Mursheen Durkin

In the days I went a courtin'

I was never tired resortin'

To an alehouse or a playhouse

And many's the house beside

But I told me brother Seamus

I'd go off and be right famous

And I never i be return

Again till I'd roam the world wide

Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin

I'm sick and tired of workin'

No more I'll dig the prates

And no longer I'll be fooled

As sure as me name is Carney

I'll be off to Californy

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

That is the Cobh of Cork

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 I'll be fooled

As sure as me name is Carney

I'll be off to Californy

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 never more will say

Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin

Sure I'm sick and tired of workin'

No more I'll dig the prates

And no longer I'll be fooled

As sure as me name is Carney

I'll be off to Californy

Where instead of diggin' prates

I'll be diggin' lumps of gold

Mursheen Durkin - Aran Folk