I'm the rambler from derry lighthearted and merry
Around Paddy's island me way I do wend
Meself and me dog over moorland and bog
We know every path through the mountains and glens

Singing fol-de-rol laddie right toor-a-lie-addy
Air fol-la-lull derry dum toor-a-lie-ay
With me pack on me back down the road I will stray
For the rambler from Derry is ramblin' away

I was born a free man by the banks of the Bann
And the blood of the gypsy it runs through my veins
I've friends and relations all over this nation
Who offer me shelter from the wind and the rain

Singing fol-de-rol laddie right toor-a-lie-addy
Air fol-la-lull derry dum toor-a-lie-ay
With me pack on me back down the road I will stray
For the rambler from Derry is ramblin' away

I rove at me leisure for sport and for pleasure
Through the warm summer sun or the cold winter snow
The sights are astounding with nature abounding
In Paddy's green island where the dear shamrock grows

Singing fol-de-rol laddie right toor-a-lie-addy
Air fol-la-lull derry dum toor-a-lie-ay
With me pack on me back down the road I will stray
For the rambler from Derry is ramblin' away

I've colleens from Derry to Cork and Tipperary
From Dublin to Sljgo and wild Donegal
I squeeze them and tease them I love them and please them
When me rambles are over sure I'll marry them all

Singing fol-de-rol laddie right toor-a-lie-addy
Air fol-la-lull derry dum toor-a-lie-ay
With me pack on me back down the road I will stray
For the rambler from Derry is ramblin' away

So lift up your glasses ye lads and fine lasses
To the travelling people wherever you be
May the road rise to meet you and old friends
To greet you and may all of your rambles be happy and free

Singing fol-de-rol laddie right toor-a-lie-addy
Air fol-la-lull derry dum toor-a-lie-ay
With me pack on me back down the road I will stray
For the rambler from Derry is ramblin' away

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Miracle Of Sound - Setting Sun

Red stain on the grain of the timber
Obscured in the trees and the towns
There’s a sinister scent on the wind
Our time’s gonna come around
The red sun is going down

There’s a devil inside of us all now
There’s a giant to bring to the ground
He’s takin us out when he falls
Our time’s gonna come around
The red sun is going down

And there’s a price to pay
For all that we have done
Turn my eyes away
And watch the setting sun

Grey ghosts in the smoke of the campfires
They weep and they wail with no sound
They darken the lights and the lamps
Our time’s gonna come around
The red sun is going down

There’s a sting on the gasp of my breath now
There’s a mark on the wrists ever bound
Raw rings in the cycle of death
Our time’s gonna come around
The red sun is going down

And there’s a price to pay
For all that we have done
Turn my eyes away
And watch the setting sun

Now loyalty’s a pistol
And my heart is full of holes
I’m bleeding out my spirit
Breathing out my soul

Our days are all almost over
Times have changed around these parts
There ain’t no more cowboys
Only men with violent hearts

And there’s a price to pay
For all that we have done
Turn my eyes away
And watch the setting sun