In 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 up
Not a soul would look down To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town
When the king and the queen and the company mourn
And riding before
Come aCome a stark naked drummer
AWith his hands on his bosom come marching along
Sat down on a hard, hard cold frozen stone Ten thousand around me
Took my hat in my hands
Yet I was alone
For to keep my head warm
Ten thousand got drownded that never was born
In Nottamun Town, not a soul would look up Not a soul would look up
Not a soul would look up
Not a soul would look down
Not a soul would look down
To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town.
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