Nottamun Town - Fairport Convention

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

When the king and the queen and the company mourn

Come a-walking behind

And 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 around 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

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