Streams Of Nancy - Kate Rusby

O the Streams Of rovin' Nancy divide in three parts

Where the young men and maidens they meet their sweetheats

Its the drinking of good liquor that make my heart sing

And the noise in the bardy make the rocks fall to you

At the top of this mountain my loves castle stands

And its overbuilt with ivy and under black sand

Five arches five porches like diamonds so bright

Its a beacon for a sailor on a dark winters night

On yonder high mountain the wild fowl do fly

And its swanning and grows them that files very high

If I have them in my hands mere diamonds far grand

And soon I would secure her by the slight of my hand

At the base of this mountain a river runs clear

And a ship from the Indies it warrants a cover

With a red flags a flying the beating of her drum

Sweet instruments of music and the firin' of her bow

O the streams of rovin’Nancy divide in three parts

Where the young men and maidens they meet their sweetheats

Its the drinking of good liquor that makes my heart sing

And the noise in her body make the rocks fall to you