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 tell me the way to Nottamun Town. I rode a big horse that was called a grey mare, Grey mane and tail, grey stripes down his back, Grey mane and tail, grey stripes down his back, There weren't a hair on him but what was called black. She stood so still, she threw me to the dirt, She tore my hide and bruised my shirt; From stirrup to stirrup I mounted again And on my ten toes I rode over the plain. Met the King and the Queen and a company of men A-walking behind and a-riding before. A stark naked drummer came walking along With his hands in his bosom a-beating his drum. Sat down on a hot and cold frozen stone, Ten thousand stood round me yet I was alone. Took my heart in my hand to keep my head warm. Ten thousand got drowned that never were born. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER FROST (1) by ISAAC ROSENBERG WILLOW POEM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BROKEN PITCHER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE FACE ON THE [BAR-ROOM] FLOOR by HUGH ANTOINE D'ARCY SONNET by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY DEATH by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE ODE TO A LADY WHOSE LOVER WAS KILLED BY A BALL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |