I am a rambling Irishman,
It´s Ulster I was born in
And many´s the pleasant hours I´ve spent
On the banks of sweet Lough Erne
But to live poor I could not endure
Like others of my station.
To Americay I sailed away
And left this Irish nation.

Right tamta-me-na, Right tamta-me-nay,
Right tamta-me-na, na-me-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 other´s arms.
To Amerikay we soon set sail,
A journey without no charms.

The very first night that I 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 awoke out of my dream
I found my bosom empty
And you may be sure and very sure
That I lay discontented

And when we reached 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 drink to her lad
and remember that sad emotions
To Americay I sailed away
And crossed the stormy blue ocean