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