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• Artiste: Isobel Campbell
• Titre: Nottamun Town
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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 I rode a big horse that was called the grey mare Grey mane and grey tail, green stripes down her back Grey mane and grey tail, green stripes down her back There ain't a hair on her be-what was coal black She stood so still, she threw me to the dirt She tored at my hide and bruised my shirt From saddle to stirrup I mounted again And on my ten toes I rode over the plain So the King and the Queen And the company of men A-walking behind and riding before Now a stark naked drummer Come riding along With his hands in his bosom Always beating his drum 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 around me Yet I was alone Took my hat in my hand For to keep my head warm Ten thousand got drownded that never were born