F C F F
Oh, the streams of lovely Nancy divide in three parts,
Bb F C C
Where the young men and maidens they meet their sweethearts.
F C F F
It's the drinking of good liquor that makes my heart sing,
Bb F C F
and the noise in the valley made the rocks for to ring.
F C F F
At the top of this mountain, my loves castle stands
Bb F C C
and it's overbuilt with ivory on yonder black sand.
F C F F
Fine arches, fine porches like diamonds so bright,
Bb F C F
It's a beacon for a sailor on a dark winters night.
F C F F
On yonder high mountain the wild fowl do fly,
Bb F C C
and it's running amongst them that flies very high.
F C F F
If I had her in my arms, near diamonds black lamp,
Bb F C F
How soon I would secure her by the slight of my hand.
F C F F
At the base of this mountain a river runs clear,
Bb F C C
And a ship from the Indies it once anchored there.
F C F F
With red flags a-flying and the beating of her drum,
Bb F C F
sweet instruments of music and the firing of her gun.
F C F F
Oh the streams of lovely Nancy divide in three parts,
Bb F C C
Where the young men and maidens they meet their sweethearts.
F C F F
It's the drinking of good liquor that makes my heart sing,
Bb F C F
and the noise in the valley made the rocks for to ring.
