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.
Met the king and the queen, and a company more Come a-walking behind and a-riding before Come a stark naked drummer a-beating the drum With his hands on his bosom, come marching along.
Sat down on a hard, hard cold frozen stone, Ten thousand stood 'round me, yet I was alone Took my hat in my hands for to keep my head warm, Ten thousand got drownded that never was born.
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Jean ritchie had three more verses than the ones sung by fairport convention:
I rode a grey horse that was called a grey mare. Grey mane and grey tail, green stripe down her back, Grey mane and grey tail, green stripe down her back, There wa'nt a hair on her but 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.
They laughed and they smiled, not a soul did look gay, They talked all the 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.
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