The Streams of Lovely Nancy

Oh, the streams of lovely Nancy

They divide in three parts

Where young men and maidens

Do meet their sweethearts

It's drinking of strong liquor

Makes their hearts for to sing

And the noise in yonder valley

Makes the rocks for to ring

On yonder high mountain

A castle does stand

It's builded of ivory

Near to yonder black strand

It's builded of ivory

And diamonds so bright

It's a pilot for a sailor

On a dark winter's night

On yonder high mountain

Where the wild fowl do fly

There is one amongst them

That flies very high

If I had my true love

For a night on that strand

How soon I would secure her

By the sleight of my hand

At the foot of yonder mountain

There runs a river clear

A boat from the Indies

Did once anchor there

The red flags a-flying

And the beating of a drum

Sweet instruments of music

And the firing of a gun

Oh, a sailor and his true love

Were a-walking along

Said the sailor to his true love

I will sing you a song

You're a false-hearted woman

For your tongue it tells me no

Fare thee well, my lovely Nancy

Far away from you I'll go

We sailed away from London

To Liverpool town

And there we spied lasses

Some fair and some brown

But of all the fine lasses

I ever did see

Oh, the voice of my angel

Is the darling for me

I will go, love, to some nunnery

And there end my life

I never will marry

Nor yet make a wife

True-hearted and constant

Forever I'll remain

I never shall be married

Till my sailor comes again