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