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Muîrsheen Durkin

In the days I went a courtin' I was never tired resortin'
to the alehouse and the playhouse and many a house beside
I told my brother Seamus I'd go off go right famous
and before I'd come back again I'd roam the world wide

So goodbye Muîrsheen Durkin 
I'm sick and tired of working
No more I'll dig the praties
no longer I'll be fooled
As sure as my name is Carney
I'll go off to California
Where instead of diggin' praties
I'll be diggin' lumps of gold

I've courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk and Killarney
in Passage and in Queenstown that mean the cob of Cork
Good bye to all this pleasure for I'm going to take my leisure
And the next time you will hear from me is an e-mail from New York

So goodbye Muîrsheen Durkin . . .

Goodbye to all the boys at home, I'm sailing far across the foam
to try and make my fortune in far Amerikay
There's gold and money plenty for the poor and for the gentry,
and when I come back again I never more will stray

So goodbye Muîrsheen Durkin . . .