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I am a rambling Irishman
In Ulster I was born
And many's the 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
From three o'clock 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 may be sure and 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 well she pleased my fancy
But when I woke out of my dream
I found that my bed was empty
You may be sure and very sure
That I lay discontented
When we arrived at the other side
We were both stout and healthy
We dropped our anchor in the bay
Going down to Philadelphia
For to live poor I could not endure
Like others of my station
To America I sailed away
And left this Irish nation
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