O the streams of rovin\' Nancy divide in three parts
Where the young men and maidens they meet their sweetheats
It\'s the drinking of good liquor that make my heart sing
And the noise in the barley make the rocks for to ring

At the top of this mountain my loves castle stands
And its overbuilt with ivy and under black sand
Fine arches fine 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 it\'s one in amongst them that flies very high
If I have them in my hands near diamond’s black land
How soon I would secure her by the sleight of my hand

At the base of this mountain a river runs clear
And a ship from the Indies it once anchored there
With her red flags a flying the beating of her drum
Sweet instruments of music and the firing of her gun

O the streams of rovin\' Nancy divide in three parts
Where the young men and maidens they meet their sweetheats
It\'s the drinking of good liquor that makes my heart sing
And the noise in the barley make the rocks for to ring

(c) 2004-2008 By G Sistah Lyrics