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 roany mare
Gray mane and gray tail, green stripe down his back
Gray mane and gray tail, green stripe down his back
There wasn't a hair on her but what was coal black

She stood so still, she threw me to the dirt
She tore up my hide, and 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-walking behind and a-riding before
Come a stark naked drummer, a-beating a drum
With his hands 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 yet I's alone
Took my hat in my hand, for to keep my head warm
Ten thousand got drowned that never was born