| I rode a grey horse, a mule roany mare
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| Grey mane and grey tail, a green stripe down her back
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| Grey mane and grey tail, a green stripe down her back
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| There wasn’t a hair on her
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| Be-what was coal black
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| She stood so still, she threw me to the dirt
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| She bruised my heart and bruised my shirt
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| From stirrup to saddle I mounted again
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| And on my ten toes I rode over the plain
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| In Nottamun town, not a soul would look up
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| Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down
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| Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down
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| To show me the way
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| To Nottamun town
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| (To Nottamun town)
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| Met the King and the Queen and a company more
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| A-marching behind and a-marching before
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| Came a stark-naked drummer a-beating a drum
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| With his hands in his pocket come marching along
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| To Nottamun town
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| In Nottamun town, not a soul would look up
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| Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down
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| Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down
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| To show me the way
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| To Nottamun town
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| To Nottamun town
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| To Nottamun town
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| Ohhh ohh
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| Ohhh ohh
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| In Nottamun town, not a soul would look up
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| Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down
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| Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down
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| To show me the way
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| Ohhh |