In the days I went a-courtinґ
I was never tired resortinґ
To the alehouse and the playhouse
And manyґs the house beside
But I told me brother Seamus
Iґd be off and be right famous
And when I return again
I roamed the world wide
I courted girls in Blarney
In Kanturk and Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown
That is the cove of Cork
But Iґm sick of all this treasure
Iґm gone and make me leisure
And the next time that you hear from me
Will be a letter from New York
Goodbye to all the girls at home
Iґm sailing far across the foam
To good old Paddy Mincoln and to Americay
Thereґs gold and jewels in plenty
For the poor and for the gentry
And the next time Iґll return again
Iґll never more will say
So, Good Bye Murshin Durkin
Iґm sick and tired of workinґ
No more Iґll dig the praties
And no longer Iґll be fooled
But as sure my name is Carney
Iґll be off to Californy
And instead of digging praties
Iґll be digging lumps of gold