Lyrics:
In the days I went a-courtin',
I was never tired resortin'
To the ale house or the playhouse,
And many's the house besides
But I told me brother Séamus,
I'd go off and be right famous,
And I never would return,
Until I roamed the world wide.
Chorus:
So it's 'Goodbye!' Muirisín Durkin',
Sure I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig the praties,
And no longer I'll be fooled
But as sure as me name is Carney,
I'll be off to Californy
Where instead of digging praties,
I'll be digging lumps of gold.
I have courted girls in Blarney,
In Kanturk and in Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown -
That is the Cobh of Cork!
But it's 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.
Chorus
Goodbye to 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 and plenty,
For the poor and for the gentry
And when I return again,
I never more will say:
Chorus
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