Streams of Nancy - Kate Rusby
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
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
