Nottamun Town

Nottamun Town -Jean Ritchie
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
I rode a gray horse a mule called gray man
Gray mane and gray tail a green stripe down her back
Gray mane and gray tail a green stripe down her back
There wasnt a hair on her be what was coal black
She stood so still she threw me to the dirt
She tore a 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
A waking behind and a riding before
Come a stark naked drummer a beating a drum
With his heels in his bosom come marching along
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 and yet Is alone
Took my hat in my hand for to keep my head warm
Ten thousand got drowned that never was born