In the days I went a-courtin' I was never tired resorting
To the ale-house and the play-house and many a house beside
But I told my brother Seamus I'll be off and grow right famous
And before I'm coming home again I'll roam the world wide
I courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk and in Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown, that is the Cobh of Cork
But I'm tired of all this pleasure, so now I'll take my leasure
And the next time that you hear from me is a letter from New York

CHORUS
So goodbye Muirsheen 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 my name is Carney, I'll be off to Californee
And instead of diggin' praties, I'll be diggin' lumps of gold
Goodbye to all at home now, I am sailing o'er the foam now.
To try and make my fortune in far Amerika.
For there's gold and money plenty. for the poor and for the gentry
And when I'm back at home again, I never more will stray
Chorus