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Gray mane and gray tail, hot cold frozen stone, from saddle to stirrup i mounted again
Ten thousand stood round me and yet i s alone, not a soul would look up Bert, they laughed and they smiled
Ten thousand stood round me and yet i s alone, not a soul did look gay
She stood so still, ten thousand stood round me and yet i s alone Bert, came a stark-naked drummer
met the king and the queen and a company more
a-riding behind and a-marching before
Not a soul did look gay, a mule roany mare Jansch, i bought me a quart to drive gladness away
In fair nottamun town, took my hat in my hand for to keep my head warm Town, not a word they did say
A-beating a drum, they laughed and they smiled
They talked all the while, she threw me to the dirt, to show me the way to fair nottamun town
i bought me a quart to drive gladness away
Sat down on a hard, not a soul would look down, there wasn t a hair on her be-what was coal black
not a soul would look up
There wasn t a hair on her be-what was coal black, i bought me a quart to drive gladness away
a-riding behind and a-marching before
In fair nottamun town, to show me the way to fair nottamun town
she threw me to the dirt
Hot cold frozen stone, ten thousand got drowned that never was born
Not a soul would look up, sat down on a hard, i rode a gray horse
there wasn t a hair on her be-what was coal black
A green stripe down her back, a green stripe down her back, not a soul would look up
She tore -a my hide and she bruised my shirt, gray mane and gray tail
A green stripe down her back, and on my ten toes i rode over the plain Jansch, not a soul would look down
To show me the way to fair nottamun town, a-beating a drum, a-riding behind and a-marching before
And to stifle the dust for it rained the whole day, ten thousand stood round me and yet i s alone, ten thousand got drowned that never was born
A green stripe down her back, a green stripe down her back, i rode a gray horse
And on my ten toes i rode over the plain, not a soul would look up
They laughed and they smiled, with his heels in his bosom come marching along, a-beating a drum
with his heels in his bosom come marching along
Gray mane and gray tail, she threw me to the dirt Bert, not a soul would look up
Hot cold frozen stone, not a soul would look down
from saddle to stirrup i mounted again
came a stark-naked drummer
Not a soul would look down, not a soul did look gay
A green stripe down her back, came a stark-naked drummer, i bought me a quart to drive gladness away
to show me the way to fair nottamun town
not a word they did say
gray mane and gray tail
Not a soul did look gay, met the king and the queen and a company more, with his heels in his bosom come marching along
And on my ten toes i rode over the plain, hot cold frozen stone
From saddle to stirrup i mounted again, a green stripe down her back
Not a soul would look up, a mule roany mare Bert, came a stark-naked drummer
From saddle to stirrup i mounted again, not a soul did look gay Bert, she threw me to the dirt
Came a stark-naked drummer, not a soul would look up
in fair nottamun town
They talked all the while, she tore -a my hide and she bruised my shirt
She threw me to the dirt, sat down on a hard Bert, from saddle to stirrup i mounted again
And on my ten toes i rode over the plain, not a soul would look down, not a soul would look up
I rode a gray horse, she threw me to the dirt, and to stifle the dust for it rained the whole day
Ten thousand got drowned that never was born, not a soul did look gay Bert, not a soul would look up
And on my ten toes i rode over the plain, not a soul did look gay
Not a soul would look down, they talked all the while Jansch, ten thousand stood round me and yet i s alone