In the days I went a-courtin´

I was never tired resortin´

To the alehouse and the playhouse

and many´s the house beside

But I told me brother Seamus

I´d 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 I´m sick of all this treasure

I´m 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

I´m sailing far across the foam

To good old Paddy Mincoln and to Americay

There´s gold and jewels in plenty

for the poor and for the gentry

And the next time I´ll return again

I´ll never more will say



So, Good Bye Murshin Durkin

I´m sick and tired of workin´

No more I´ll dig the praties

and no longer I´ll be fooled

But as sure my name is Carney

I´ll be off to Californy

And instead of digging praties

I´ll be digging lumps of gold