Muirsheen Durkin

Muirsheen Durkin - The Blarney Lads

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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

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 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

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

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 jewels a plenty

For the poor and for the gentry

And when I return again

I never more will say

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

Where instead of digging praties

I'll be digging lumps of gold