#dulcimer

Raise your hand if you play hammered dulcimer.

In fair 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.

I rode a grey horse, a mule roany mare

Grey mane and grey tail, a green stripe down her back

Grey mane and grey tail, a green stripe down her back

There wa’nt a hair on her be-what was coal black.

She stood so still, she threw me to the dirt.

She tore my hide and bruised my shirt

From saddle to stirrup I mounted again

And on my ten toes I rode over the plain.

Met the King and the Queen, and a company more

A-Riding behind and a-marching before

Come a stark naked drummer a-beating the drum

With his heels in his bosom come a-marching along.

They laughed and they smiled, not a soul did look gay

They talked all the while, not a word did they say

I bought me a quart to drive gladness away

And to stifle the dust, for it rained the whole day.

Sat down on a hard, hot cold frozen stone,

Ten thousand stood ’round me, yet it’s alone

Took my hat in my hands for to keep my head warm,

Image of a mid-sized farmhouse entryway with gray walls, a metal front door, and porcelain tile flooring.

Deck - mid-sized country backyard deck idea with a fire pit and a roof extension