Rambling Irishman
I am a rambling Irishman, in Ulster I was born in
And many's the happy hour I spent on the banks of sweet Loch Erin
But to be poor I could not endure like 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 sailed away, I spent it with my darling
From three o'clock in the afternoon 'til the break of day next morning
And when that we were going to part, we lay in each other's arms
And 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 dreamt about my Nancy
I dreamt 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
Well, 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 cast our anchor in the bay going down to Philadelphi
So let every lad link with his lass, blue jacket and white trousers
And let every lass link with her lad, blue petticoats and white flounces
Right rantin-de-na, dantin-de-na
Right antin-de-na, in-en-andy
And many's the happy hour I spent on the banks of sweet Loch Erin
But to be poor I could not endure like 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 sailed away, I spent it with my darling
From three o'clock in the afternoon 'til the break of day next morning
And when that we were going to part, we lay in each other's arms
And 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 dreamt about my Nancy
I dreamt 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
Well, 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 cast our anchor in the bay going down to Philadelphi
So let every lad link with his lass, blue jacket and white trousers
And let every lass link with her lad, blue petticoats and white flounces
Right rantin-de-na, dantin-de-na
Right antin-de-na, in-en-andy
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Writer(s): Oysterband
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