Texty písní Fairport Convention

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.

Met the King and the Queen, and a company more

Come a-walking behind and a-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, hot cold frozen stone,

Ten thousand stood 'round 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.