The Streamers

The streams of lovely Nancy
Divided in three parts
Where young men and maidens
Meet their young sweethearts
It is the drinking of good liquor
That has caused my heart to sing
And the noise in yonder village
Made the rocks ring

At the bottom of this mountain
Runs a river clear
A ship from the Indies
Did once anchor here
With her red flags a'flying
At the beating of their drum
With sweet instruments of music
And the firing of their gun

At the top of this mountain
Where the birds do fly
There is one amongst them
She flies so very high
If I had her in my arms
Near the diamond's cold black land
How soon I'd secure her
By the kindness of my hands

So come all you little streamers
Walk the meadows gay
I write unto my love
Wherever she may lay
With her rosy lips entice me
And her tongue she tells me no
But the angels might direct us
Wherever we should go