Rambling Irishman
I am a rambling Irishman, in Ulster I was born in
And many's the happy hours I spent on the banks of sweet Loch Erin
But to be poor I could not endure as others of my station
To Amerikay I sailed away and left this Irish nation
Right rantin-de-na, dantin-de-na
Right antin-de-na, in-en-andy
The night before I went away, I spent it with my darling
From three o'clock in the afternoon 'til the break of day the next morning
But when that we were going to part, we linked in each other's arms
You may be sure, and very sure, it wounded both our charms
Right rantin-de-na, dantin-de-na
Right antin-de-na, in-en-andy
The very first night I slept on board I dreamed about my Nancy
I dreamed I held her in my arms, and well she pleased my fancy
But when I awoke from my sleep and I found my bosom empty
You may be sure, and very sure, that I lay discontented
Right rantin-de-na, dantin-de-na
Right antin-de-na, in-en-andy
When we arrived at the other side we were both stout and healthy
We dropped our anchor in the bay going down to Philadelphi-ay
So let every lass link with her lad, blue jacket and white trousers
And let every lad link with his lass, blue petticoats and white flounces
Right rantin-de-na, dantin-de-na
Right antin-de-na, in-en-andy
Right rantin-de-na, dantin-de-na
Right antin-de-na, in-en-andy
And many's the happy hours I spent on the banks of sweet Loch Erin
But to be poor I could not endure as others of my station
To Amerikay I sailed away and left this Irish nation
Right rantin-de-na, dantin-de-na
Right antin-de-na, in-en-andy
The night before I went away, I spent it with my darling
From three o'clock in the afternoon 'til the break of day the next morning
But when that we were going to part, we linked in each other's arms
You may be sure, and very sure, it wounded both our charms
Right rantin-de-na, dantin-de-na
Right antin-de-na, in-en-andy
The very first night I slept on board I dreamed about my Nancy
I dreamed I held her in my arms, and well she pleased my fancy
But when I awoke from my sleep and I found my bosom empty
You may be sure, and very sure, that I lay discontented
Right rantin-de-na, dantin-de-na
Right antin-de-na, in-en-andy
When we arrived at the other side we were both stout and healthy
We dropped our anchor in the bay going down to Philadelphi-ay
So let every lass link with her lad, blue jacket and white trousers
And let every lad link with his lass, blue petticoats and white flounces
Right rantin-de-na, dantin-de-na
Right antin-de-na, in-en-andy
Right rantin-de-na, dantin-de-na
Right antin-de-na, in-en-andy
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Writer(s): Noel Mcloughlin, Trad
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