Kate Rusby - Streams of Nancy lyrics

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