In the days I went a courtin', Was never tired resortin' To an ale house or a playhouse And many's a 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, 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 California Where instead of digging praties, I'll be digging lumps of gold I've courted girls in Blarney, In Kanturk and in k**arney In pa**age 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 to all the girls at home, I'm going far across the foam To try and make me fortune in far Amerikay There's gold and j**els a-plenty, For the poor and for the gentry And when I return again, I never more will say. CHORUS