Rambling Irishman

[D]I am a rambling [G]Irish[D]man

In Ulster [G]I was [D]born [A]

And [D]many happy [G]hours I [D]spent

On the banks of [G]sweet Lough [A]Erin[D]

[D]But to live [G]poor I could [D]not endure[A]

As [D]other [G]of my [A]station[D]

[D]To Am[G]erica I sa[D]iled [A]away

And [Bm]left this Irish na[G]tion [A]

Ry [D]tan tin-a-[G]noora [D]nan[A]dy

Ry [D]tan tin-a-na, [G]tan tin-a-[D]na

Ry [D]tan tin-a-[G]noora [A]nan[D]dy

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

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

Wehn 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