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Intro

 flutes): x4

Verse i

 In the days I went a courtin',

 I was never tired resortin'.

 To an ale house or a playhouse,

 And many's the house besides

 But I told me brother Seamus,

 I'd go off and be right famous,

 And I never would return again,

 Until I roamed the worldwide.

Chorus

Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,

 Sure I'm sick and tired of workin'

 No more I'll dig for praties,

 And no longer I'll be fooled

 As sure as me name is Carney,

 I'll be off to Californy

 Where instead of digging praties,

 I'll be digging lumps of gold.

 Inst. (flutes): x1

Verse ii

 I've courted girls in Blarney,

 in Kanturk and in Killarney

 In passage and in Queenstown,

 that is the Cobh of Cork.

 Goodbye to all this pleasure,

 I'll be off to take me leisure

 And the next time that you'll hear from me,

 will be a letter from New York.

Chorus

Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,

 I'm sick and tired of workin'

 No more I'll dig for praties,

 And no longer I'll be fooled

 As sure as me name is Carney,

 I'll be off to Californy

 Where instead of digging praties,

 I'll be digging lumps of gold.

Verse iii

Goodbye to the girls at home,

 I'm going far across the foam.

 To try and make me fortune,

 in far Amerikay.

 There's gold and jewels and plenty,

 For the poor and for the gentry

 And when I return again,

 I never more will say:

Chorus

Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,

 Sure I'm sick and tired of workin'

 No more I'll dig for praties,

 And no longer I'll be fooled

 As sure as me name is Carney,

 I'll be off to Californy

 Where instead of digging praties,

 I'll be digging lumps of gold.

 Inst.: to fadeout.