Fairport Convention Nottamun Town
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
