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
