The Rambling Irishman
I am a ramblin' Irishman
In Ulster I was born in
An' many's the happy hour I spent
On the banks of sweet Lough Erne
For to live poor, I could not endure
Like others of my station
To America, I sailed away
An' left this Irish nation
Ry tan tin-a-la, tan tin-a-la
A-ry tan tin-a-nor in na-nandy
The night before I sailed away
I spent it with my darlin'
From three o'clock in the afternoon
To the break of the next mornin'
But when that we were goin' to part
We linked in each others' arms
Well, you may be sure, an' very sure
It wounded both our charms
Ry tan tin-in-ra, tan tiv-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-nor in na-nandy
The very first night I slept on board
I dreamt about my Nancy
I dreamt I held her in my arms
An' well she pleased my fancy
But when I woke out of my sleep
An' I found my bosom empty
Well, you may be sure, an' very sure
That I lay discontented
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-nor in na-nandy
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-nor in na-nandy
When we arrived at the other side
We were both stout an' healthy
We passed our anchor in the bay
Goin' down to Philadelphia
So let every lad link with his lass
Blue jacket an' white trousers
And let every lass link with her lad
Blue petticoats and white flounces
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-nor in na-nandy
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-nor in na-nandy
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-nor in na-nandy
Ry vee tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-nor in na-nandy
In Ulster I was born in
An' many's the happy hour I spent
On the banks of sweet Lough Erne
For to live poor, I could not endure
Like others of my station
To America, I sailed away
An' left this Irish nation
Ry tan tin-a-la, tan tin-a-la
A-ry tan tin-a-nor in na-nandy
The night before I sailed away
I spent it with my darlin'
From three o'clock in the afternoon
To the break of the next mornin'
But when that we were goin' to part
We linked in each others' arms
Well, you may be sure, an' very sure
It wounded both our charms
Ry tan tin-in-ra, tan tiv-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-nor in na-nandy
The very first night I slept on board
I dreamt about my Nancy
I dreamt I held her in my arms
An' well she pleased my fancy
But when I woke out of my sleep
An' I found my bosom empty
Well, you may be sure, an' very sure
That I lay discontented
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-nor in na-nandy
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-nor in na-nandy
When we arrived at the other side
We were both stout an' healthy
We passed our anchor in the bay
Goin' down to Philadelphia
So let every lad link with his lass
Blue jacket an' white trousers
And let every lass link with her lad
Blue petticoats and white flounces
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-nor in na-nandy
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-nor in na-nandy
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-nor in na-nandy
Ry vee tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na
Ry tan tin-a-nor in na-nandy
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Holmes, William Kelly, John Mitchell, Brian Mcdonagh, Catherine Jordan, Thomas Morrow
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