The Streamers - Seth Lakeman
Streamers of lovely Nancy
Are divided in three parts
Where young men and maidens
Meet their Young sweethearts
It is drinking of good liquor
That has caused my heart to sing
Noise in yonder village
Made the rocks ring
Bottom of this mountain
Runs a river clear
A ship from the indes
Did once anchor here
With her red flags a'flying
And the beating of her drum
With sweet instruments of music
And the firing of her gun
Top of this mountain
Where the birds do fly
There is one amongst them
That flies so very high
If I had her in my arms
Near the diamond's
Cold black land
Soon I'd secure her
By the kindness of my hands
So come all you little streamers
Walk the meadows gay
Go write unto your love
Wherever she may lay
With her rosy lips entice me
And her tongue
She tells me no
Angels might direct us
Wherever we should go
