Kate Rusby - Streams of nancy

Oh, the s^Ftreams of lovely ^CNancy di^Fvide in three ^Fparts, Where the ^Bbyoung men and ^Fmaidens they ^Cmeet their sweet^Chearts. It's the ^Fdrinking of good ^Cliquor that m^Fakes my heart s^Fing, and the n^Bboise in the v^Falley made the ^Crocks for to ^Fring.

At the ^Ftop of this ^Cmountain, my ^Floves castle ^Fstands and it's ^Bboverbuilt with ^Fivory on ^Cyonder black ^Csand. Fine ^Farches, fine ^Cporches like d^Fiamonds so ^Fbright, It's a ^Bbbeacon for a ^Fsailor on a ^Cdark winters ^Fnight.

On ^Fyonder high ^Cmountain the ^Fwild fowl do ^Ffly, and it's ^Bbrunning a^Fmongst them that f^Clies very ^Chigh. If ^FI had her in ^Cmy arms, near ^Fdiamonds black ^Flamp, How ^Bbsoon I would ^Fsecure her by the ^Cslight of my ^Fhand.

At the ^Fbase of this ^Cmountain a r^Fiver runs c^Flear, And a s^Bbhip from the In^Fdies it o^Cnce anchored t^Chere. With ^Fred flags a-^Cflying and the b^Feating of her ^Fdrum, sweet i^Bbnstruments of ^Fmusic and the fi^Cring of her ^Fgun.

Oh the s^Ftreams of lovely ^CNancy di^Fvide in three p^Farts, Where the ^Bbyoung men and m^Faidens they ^Cmeet their sweeth^Cearts. It's the d^Frinking of good ^Cliquor that m^Fakes my heart s^Fing, and the n^Bboise in the v^Falley made the r^Cocks for to r^Fing.