Muirsheen Durkin

*It's good bye Muirsheen Durkin

I sick and tired of workin

No longer dig the pradies

No longer I'll be poor

For as sure's my name is Karney

I'll be off to Californ-e

Instead of diggin pradies

I'll be diggin lumps of gold*

Oh in my days of courtin

I've never done resortin

To the ale house or the play house

or many the house between

I told me brother shamus

I'll go off and get right famous

And when I return again

I'll have seen the whole world through

I called girls up in blarney

County Cork and in Kelarney

In passage and in Queenstown

And many the towns between

Goodbye to all mispleasure

For I'm off to take my leasure

And the next time you will hear from me

Will be a letter from New York

Well goodbye to the girls at home

I'm headin away across the foam

To try and make my fortune

In far Ameri-kay

There's gold and jewels a plenty

For the poor and gentry

And the next time that you'll hear from me

I never more will say!