In the days I went a courtin',
I was never tired resortin'
To an alehouse or a playhouse and
But I told me brother Seamus, I'd go
And I'd never would return again till
Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin,
I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more, I'll dig the prates and no longer,
As sure as me name is Carney,
Where instead of diggin' prates,
I'll be diggin' lumps of gold
I've courted girls in Blarney,
in Kanturk and in Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown
Goodbye to all this pleasure
and I'll be off to take me leisure
And the next time that you hear from
me will be a letter from New York
Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, oh,
I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more, I'll dig the prates and no longer,
As sure as me name is Carney,
Where instead of diggin' prates,
I'll be diggin' lumps of gold
Goodbye to all the girls at home, I'm
going far across the foam
To try and make me fortune in far America
There's gold and jewels in plenty
for the poor and for the gentry
And when I return again I
Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin,
sure I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more, I'll dig the prates and no longer,
As sure as me name is Carney,
Where instead of diggin' prates,
I'll be diggin' lumps of gold
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