Rambling Irishman

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From: wvaughan@magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu (William Vaughan)
Date: 17 Jul 1995 20:15:46 GMT
Subject: CRD Oysterband's "Rambling Irishman"

Here's an attempt at the Oysterband's arrangement of "Rambling
Irishman".  I believe the chords are right, but I may have the
tuning off.  They stay mostly with the bass strings and mostly use
downstrokes.  I have no idea what the language the chorus is in or
what it means - any help is appreciated.  Very cool song though.

Tuning low to high -  DADGBD

Chords  D  000230
        A  x02220
        G  5x0030
        Bm x24430

Long instrumental intro not done.

D               G    D
I am a rambling Irishman

          G     D    A
In Ulster I was born

    D          G       D
And many happy hours I spent

                G           A   D
On the banks of sweet Lough Erin

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

   D     G     A      D
As other of my station

D    G         D    A
To America I sailed away

    Bm                G    A
And left this Irish nation

*chorus*
   D             G         D
Ry tan tin-a-na, tan tin-a-na

   D         G     D  A
Ry tan tin-a-noora nandy

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

   D         G     A  D
Ry tan tin-a-noora nandy

*all other verses same*

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

*chorus*

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

*chorus*

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

*chorus*