调：G# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
In
Nottingham
Town
Not a soul would look up
That a soul would look down
To show me the way to fair
Nottingham town
I rode a grey horse
Twas a
Romany man
Grey mane and grey tail
Grey mane and grey tail,
the green striped upper back
There was not a hair on her
that was cold black
She stood so still, she threw me to the dirt
She tore my heart, she bruised my shirt
From saddle to step, I mounted again
And on my ten toes I rode over the plain
and marching the floor
beating the drum
With his heels in his bosom come
B
G#m
C#m
G#m
marching along
They laughed and they smiled,
not a sound in the game
They talked for a while,
but not a word they'd say
I bought me a quote,
to write gladness away
B
G#m
And to stifle the dust from the drain on me
I sat down on a heart,
Ten thousand stood round me,
Took my hat in my hand,
for to keep my head warm
Of ten thousand doctrine
If an ox had no tail
Not a soul would look up
Not a soul would look up
Not a soul would look down
Not a soul would look up
I'm not a soul without doubt
So show me the way to fade not to melt down
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