In the days I went a-courtin', I was never tired
To the alehouse and the playhouse and many's the
But I told me brother Seamus I'd go off and go right
And before I'd return again I'd roam the whole world
So goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin, I'm sick and tired of
No more I'll dig the praties, no longer I'll be
For as sure as me name is Carney
I'll be off to California, where instead of digging
I'll be digging lumps of gold.
I've courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk, and in
In Passage, and in QueenstownÃ¢â‚¬â€that is, the
Cobh of Cork.
But goodbye to all this pleasure, for I'm going to
take me leisure
And the next time that you hear t'will be
A letter from New York.
Goodbye to all the boys at home, I'm sailing far
across the foam
To try to make me fortune in far America,
For there's silver there aplenty for the poor man
and the gentry
And when I do come back again I never more will