Home Nottamun Town © World Tree Music 2005 to 2010. All rights reserved. No part of this website may be reproduced without permission. Home   Albums   Affiliates   Concert Dates   Bookings Newsletter   About Us   Gallery   Video   Contact   Causes   Friends   MySpace Traditional lyrics adapted with new arrangements by World Tree Music ©  In Fair 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 I rode a grey horse, that was a grey mare Grey mane and grey tail, a green stripe down her back Grey mane and grey tail, a green stripe down her back There was'nt a hair on her back was coal black She stood so still, she threw me to the dirt She tore my hide and she bruised my shirt From saddle to stirrup I mounted again And on my ten toes I rode over the plain Met the King and the Queen and a company more Come you masters of war You build all the bombs A-riding behind and a-marching before You lie and deceive and you build to destroy Met a stark naked drummer a-beating a drum Put a gun in my hand You hide from my eyes With his heels in his bosom come a marching along You turn and run far When the fast bullets fly They laughed and they smiled, not a soul did look gay They talked for a while, not a word did they say I bought me a quart to drive gladness away And to stifle the dust, for it rained the whole day Sat down on a hard, hot cold frozen stone Ten thousand stood round me yet I’m alone Took my hat in my hand for to keep my head warm Ten thousand got drownd that never was born In Fair 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