["Pomp and Circumstance"]
Oh, the streams of lovely Nancy,
they divide in three parts,
Where young men and maidens
do meet their sweethearts.
It's drinking of strong liquor
makes their hearts fore to sing,
And the noise in yonder valley
makes the rocks fall to the ring
near to yonder black strand
It's filled it of ivory and
It's a pilot for a sailor
Where the wild fowl do fly,
There is one amongst them
For a night on that strand,
How soon I would secure her
by the sleight of my hand.
At the foot of yonder mountain
With the red flags a -flying
and the beating of a drum
Sweet instruments of music
Oh, sailor, and his true love
Said the sailor to his true love
You're a false -hearted woman
For your tongue it tells me no
Fare thee well, my lovely Nancy,
Far away from you I'll go.
We sailed away from London
And there we spied glasses,
But of all the fine glasses
Oh, the voice of my angel
I will go, love, to some nunnery,
True -hearted and constant,
till my sailor comes again.