As I went down to Nottamun Fair I rode a grey horse they call a grey mare White mane and white tail, green stripe down her back There's a not a hair on her that isn't coal black She stood so still, she threw me to the dirt She tore at my skin, she bruised my shirt From saddle to stirrup, I mounted again And on my ten toes I rode over the plain Met a king and a queen, and a company more A-riding behind and a-walking before The bells did ring and the people did stare To see a coach and six horses drawn by a grey mare But when I got there, not a soul could I see But ten thousand people sat laughing at me Sat laughing and chuffing and making their game To see my feet off and my shoes going lame One moon-shiny morning, at night when was dark It rained and it hailed as I went through the park Took my hat in my hand for to keep my head warm Ten thousand got drowned that never was born