Lough Erne (The Rambling Irishman)

I am a rambling Irishman

In Ulster I was born in

And many's the happy hour I spent

By the banks of sweet Lough Erne

For to live poor I could not endure

Like others of my station

To America I sailed away

And left this Irish nation

Rite tan tan nana, tan tan nana

Rite tan tan nan ooran nan nandy (2x)

The night before we went on board

I spent it with my darling

From 4 o'clock in the afternoon

Till the break of day next morning

But when that we were going to part

we fell in each others' arms

You may be sure and very sure

It wounded both our charms

The first night that we spent on board

I dreamed about my Nancy

I dreamed I held her in my arms

And well she pleased my fancy

But when I woke out of my dream

And found my bosom empty

You may be sure and very sure

That I lay discontented

When we arrived on the other side

We were both stout and healthy

We dropped our anchor in the bay

Going down to Philadelphia

Let every lad link with his lass

Blue jacket and white trousers

Let every lass link with her lad

Blue petticoat and white flounces