O the Streams Of rovin' Nancy divide in three parts
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Where the young men and maidens they meet their sweetheats
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Its the drinking of good liquor that make my heart sing
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And the noise in the bardy make the rocks fall to you
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At the top of this mountain my loves castle stands
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And its overbuilt with ivy and under black sand
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Five arches five porches like diamonds so bright
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Its a beacon for a sailor on a dark winters night
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On yonder high mountain the wild fowl do fly
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And its swanning and grows them that files very high
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If I have them in my hands mere diamonds far grand
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And soon I would secure her by the slight of my hand
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At the base of this mountain a river runs clear
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And a ship from the Indies it warrants a cover
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With a red flags a flying the beating of her drum
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Sweet instruments of music and the firin' of her bow
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O the streams of rovin'Nancy divide in three parts
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Where the young men and maidens they meet their sweetheats
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Its the drinking of good liquor that makes my heart sing
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Streams Of Nancy
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Kate Rusby |