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I am a rambling Irishman
In Ulster I was born
And many happy hours I spent
On the banks of sweet Lough Erin
But to live poor I could not endure
As other of my station
To America I sailed away
And left this Irish nation
*chorus*
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-a-noora nandy
*all other verses same*
The night before I went away
I spent it with my darling
>From 3 oclock in the afternoon
Till the break of day next morning
But when that we were going to part
we lay in each others arms
You maybe sure very sure
It wounded both our charms
*chorus*
The very first night I slept on board
I dreamt about my Nancy
I dreamt I held her in my arms
And she pleased well my fancy
But when I woke out of my dream
I found my bed was eimpty
You maybe sure, very sure
That I lay discontented
*chorus*
When we arrived on the other side
We were both stout and healthy
We dropped our anchor in the bay
Going down to Philadelphia
But to live poor I could not endure
As others of my station
To American I sailed away
And left this Irish nation
*chorus*
I am a rambling Irishman  In Ulster I was born  And many happy hours I spent  On the banks of sweet Lough Erin  But to live poor I could not endure  As other of my station  To America I sailed away  And left this Irish nation  *chorus*  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-a-noora nandy  *all other verses same*  The night before I went away  I spent it with my darling  >From 3 oclock in the afternoon  Till the break of day next morning  But when that we were going to part  we lay in each others arms  You maybe sure very sure  It wounded both our charms  *chorus*  The very first night I slept on board  I dreamt about my Nancy  I dreamt I held her in my arms  And she pleased well my fancy  But when I woke out of my dream  I found my bed was eimpty  You maybe sure, very sure  That I lay discontented  *chorus*  When we arrived on the other side  We were both stout and healthy  We dropped our anchor in the bay  Going down to Philadelphia  But to live poor I could not endure  As others of my station  To American I sailed away  And left this Irish nation  *chorus*