as I went down fair Nottamun Town
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

met the King and the Queen and a company more,
a-riding behind and a-marching before
came a stark-naked drummer a-beating a drum
with his heels in his bosom come marching along

they laughed and they smiled, not a soul did look gay, 
they talked all the while, not a word they did 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, and yet I's alone. 
took my hat in my hand for to keep my head warm, 
ten thousand got drownded that never was born

as I went down fair Nottamun Town
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


© tekst en muziek: traditional, arrangement Vera Coomans – Philip Hoessen