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