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FAIR NOTTIMAN TOWN |
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As I went down to Nottiman town,
I rode a horse they call a grey mare;
She'd a white mane and tail, a green list down her back,
And not a hair on her but what was called black.
2
Oh, she stood still, threw me in the mud, She daubed my hide, she bruised my shirt; From saddle to stirrup I mounted again, And on my ten toes I rode over the plain.
3
I met a King and a Queen and a company more, A-hiding behind and a-walking before; And a stark naked drummer-boy beating the drum, With his heels in his bosom a-marching along.
4
I asked them the way to fair Nottiman town, They were so mad not a soul looked down, They were so mad not a soul looked around To tell me the way to fair Nottiman town.
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When I got there no one could I see, They all stood around a-looking at me; I called for a quart to drive gladness away, To stifle the dust for it had rained all day.
6
Oh, I sat down on a cold frozen stone, Ten thousand stood round me, yet I were alone, Ten thousand got drowned before they were born, Took my hat in my hand to keep my head warm. |
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