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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
Traditional with arrangements by World Tree Music
