The streams of lovely Nancy Divide in three parts, Where young men and maidens Do a-choose their sweethearts; For a-drinking sweet liquors Makes their hearts for to sing, And the noise in the valley Makes the rocks for to ring. On yonder high mountain A castle does stand; It's a-builded of ivory On yonder black strand, It's a-builded of ivory And diamonds so bright, It's a pilot for sailors On a dark wintry night. On yonder high mountain Where wild fowls they fly, There is one fowl among them That flies very high. If I had my true love Near the diamond's black land, How soon I would tame her By the sleight of my hand. We marched from Chester To Liverpool Town, And there we spied lasses, Some fair and some brown; But of all the fine lasses I ever did see, The voice of my angel Is the darling for me. |