In Nottamun Town, not a soul would look up
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down
To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town
The King and the Queen and the company more
Come walking behind, come riding before
Come stark naked drummer beating a drum
With his hands on his bosom come marching along
I an old horse, 't'was called the grey mare
Grey mane and grey tail, green stripe down her back
Grey mane and grey tail, green stripe down her back
And there was nae hair on her be what was coal black
She stood so still threw me to the dirt
Oh, she tore at my hide, and she bruised my shirt
From saddle to stirrup I mounted again
And on my ten toes I rode over the plain
Sat down on a hard hot cold frozen stone
Ten thousand stood round, yet I was alone
With my hat in my hand for to keep my head warm
Ten thousand got drown'ded that never were born
In Nottamun Town, not a soul would look up
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down
To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town