كلمات 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