Fair Nottamun Town / Passion / Paradox

“Passion rebuilds the world for the youth. It makes all things alive and significant.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson





FAIR NOTTAMUN TOWN



In fair 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 grey horse, a mule roany mare

Grey mane and grey tail, a green stripe down her back

Grey mane and grey tail, a green stripe down her back

There wa'nt a hair on her be-what was coal black



She stood so still, she threw me to the dirt

She tore -a my hide and she bruised my shirt

From saddle to stirrup I mounted again

And on my ten toes I rode over the plain



Met the King and the Queen and a company more

A-riding behind and a-marching before

Came a stark naked drummer a-beating a drum

With his heels in his bosom come marching along



They laughed and they smiled, not a soul did look gay

They talked all the while, not a word they did say

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 round me and yet I's alone

Took my hat in my hand for to keep my head warm

Ten thousand got drownded that never was born



(Medieval English Folk Song)