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