I am a rambling Irishman, in Ulster I was born in And many's the happy hours I spent on the banks of sweet Loch Erin But to be poor I could not endure as 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 went away, I spent it with my darling From three o'clock in the afternoon 'til the break of day the 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 Right rantin-de-na, dantin-de-na Right antin-de-na, in-en-andy The very first night I slept on board I dreamed about my Nancy I dreamed 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 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 dropped our anchor in the bay going down to Philadelphi-ay So let every lass link with her lad, blue jacket and white trousers And let every lad link with his lass, blue petticoats and white flounces Right rantin-de-na, dantin-de-na Right antin-de-na, in-en-andy Right rantin-de-na, dantin-de-na Right antin-de-na, in-en-andy