Oh, the streams of lovely Nancy are divided in three parts
Where the young men and the maidens they do meet their sweethearts.
'Tis the drinking of good liquor made my heart for to sing
And the noise in yonder village made the rocks all to ring.
At the top of this mountain, a fine castle stands,
It's all overbuilt with ivory up above the black sand.
It's all overbuilt with ivory and diamonds so bright,
It's a pilot for a sailor on a dark winter's night.
On yonder high mountain where the wild fowl do fly
There is one amongst them that flies very high.
If I had her in my arms now, down on that black strand
How quickly I would gain her by the sleight of my hand.
The bright stars of Ireland, how glorious they shine
Her skin is like the lily, her hair is dark brown
I delight more in her company than in gold, I declare,
Although she does slight me for the love that I bear.