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In Nottamun Town, not a soul would look up |
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Not a soul would look up |
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Not a soul would look down |
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Not a soul would look up |
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Not a soul would look down |
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To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town |
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When the king and the queen and a company more |
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Were a-walking behind |
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And riding before |
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Come a stark naked drummer |
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A-beating the drum |
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With his hands on his bosom come marching along |
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Sat down on a hard, hard cold frozen stone |
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Ten thousand stood around me |
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Yet I was alone |
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Took my hat in my hands |
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For to keep my head warm |
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Ten thousand got drownded that never was born |
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In Nottamun Town, not a soul would look up |
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Not a soul would look up |
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Not a soul would look down |
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Not a soul would look up |
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Not a soul would look down |
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To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town |
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