Classic Poem

The streams of lovely Nancy
Divide in three parts,
Where young men and maidens
Do a-choose their sweethearts;
For a-drinking sweet liquors
Makes their hearts for to sing,
And the noise in the valley
Makes the rocks for to ring.

On yonder high mountain
A castle does stand;
It's a-builded of ivory
On yonder black strand,
It's a-builded of ivory
And diamonds so bright,
It's a pilot for sailors
On a dark wintry night.

On yonder high mountain
Where wild fowls they fly,
There is one fowl among them
That flies very high.
If I had my true love
Near the diamond's black land,
How soon I would tame her
By the sleight of my hand.

We marchèd from Chester
To Liverpool Town,
And there we spied lasses,
Some fair and some brown;
But of all the fine lasses
I ever did see,
The voice of my angel
Is the darling for me.