O the Streams Of loevly Nancy divide in three parts Where the young men and maidens they meet their sweethearts It's the drinking of good liquor that makes my heart sing And the noise in the valley make the rocks for to ring.
At the top of this mountain my love's castle stands And it's overbuilt with ivory on yonder black sand Fine arches, fine porches like diamonds so bright It's a beacon for a sailor on a dark winter's night.
On yonder high mountain the wild fowl do fly And it's one in amongst them that files very high If I had them in my hands mere diamonds per grand And soon I would secure her by the sleight of my hand.
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At the base of this mountain a river runs clear And a ship from the Indies it once anchored there. With her red flags a-flying the beating of her drum Sweet instruments of music and the firin' of her gun.
O the streams of lovely Nancy divide in three parts Where the young men and maidens they meet their sweethearts It's the drinking of good liquor that makes my heart sing And the noise in the valley make the rocks for to ring.