NANCY OF LONDON.

1. It's Nancy of London, from the fair inland stream;
I think on her waking, of her I do dream.
'Twas a sad cruel parting, when I had to go
All on the seas sailing, where the stormy winds blow.

2. The stormy winds blow, boys, and the salt spray does fly,
We toss and we tumble now low and now high.
‘Midst the long rolling billows like thunder that roar,
My thought is on Nancy: shall I see my love more?

3. The rough waves beat o'er us; they make our ship shake.
They make all the timbers to quiver and quake.
But we'll fear no danger, we'll strive might and main,
We'll bring her safe through, boys, and we'll reach home again.

4. And now the storm's past, we'll take a full glass in band,
And drink to our sweethearts we've left on dry land;
There is many a fair one, both slender and tall,
But mine’s lovely Nancy; she’s the queen of them all.

5. Sweet Nancy of London, here’s a letter I send
To tell you I'm back at my long journey’s end;
I am come to stay by you, no more for to go
All on the seas sailing, where the stormy winds blow.

From Folk-Songs of England, Volume 1, Edited by Cecil Sharp (1908)
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