Nottamun Town - Shirley Collins
Written by：DR
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 the Nottamun Town
I rode a big horse that was called a grey mare
Grey mane and grey tail green stripes down her back
Grey mane and grey tail green stripes down her back
There want a hair on her be what was coal black
She stood so still she threw me to the dirt
She tore my hide and bruised my shirt
From saddle to stirrup I mounted again
And on my ten toes I rode over the plain
Saw the king and queen and the company of men
A working behind and riding before
A stark naked drummer a marching along
With his hands in his bosom a beating his drum
Sat down on a hot cold frozen stone
Ten thousand stood around me yet I was alone
Took my hat in my hands to keep my head warm
Ten thousand got drownded that never was born
