
Date of issue: 19.06.2005
Song language: English
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 Lough Erin. |
But to live poor I could not endure. |
Like others of my station. |
To Americay I sailed away. |
And Left this Irish Nation. |
Ry tan tin-a-na tan tin-a-na. |
Ry tan tin-a-noora nandy. |
The night before I sailed away. |
I spent it with my darling. |
From 3 O’clock in the after noon. |
Till the break of day the next morning. |
And when that we were going to part. |
We linked each other’s arms. |
And you may be sure and very sure. |
It wounded both our charms. |
Ry tan tin-a-na tan tin-a-na. |
Ry tan tin-a-noora nandy. |
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. |
Ry tan tin-a-na tan tin-a-na. |
Ry tan tin-a-noora nandy. |
When we arrived at the other side. |
We were both stout and healthy. |
We cast our anchor in the bay. |
Going down to Philedelphy. |
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. |
Ry tan tin-a-na tan tin-a-na. |
Ry tan tin-a-noora nandy. |
Ry tan tin-a-na tan tin-a-na. |
Ry tan tin-anoora nandy. |