The Rambling Irishman (feat. Cathy Jordan)

I am a rambling Irishman
In Ulster I was born in
And many happy hours I spent
On the banks of sweet Lough Erne
But to live poor I could not endure
As others of my station
To America 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 went away
I spent it with my darling
3 o'clock in the afternoon
'Til the break of day 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
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 woke out of my sleep
I found my bosom empty
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 Philadelphia
So let every lad link with her lass
In blue jacket and white trousers
And let every lass link with his lad
Blue petticoat 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-a-noora nandy