Rambling Irishman

I am a rambling Irishman, in Ulster I was born in. Many's the pleasant hours I've spent on the banks of sweet Loch Erin. But to be poor I could not endure, like others of my station. To America, I sailed away, and left this Irish nation. The night before he went away, he spent it with his darling. Three o'clock in the afternoon to the break of day next morning. But when that we were going to part, we linked in each other's arms. To America, he soon set sail, a journey with no charms. When we reached the other side, we were both stout and healthy. We dropped the anchor in the bay, going down to Philadelph-Eleni. So, let ever lass drink to her lad in blue jacket and white trousers. And let every lad drink to his lass and take them as life spouses