In[C] the days I went a [G]courtin', I was never tired 
re[C]sortin'
To the alehouse and the[G] playhouse or many a house 
be[C]side,
I told me brother[G] Seamus l'd go off and go right 
[C]famous
And before l'd[G] return again l'd roam the world[C] 
wide.

Chorus:
So goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, l'm sick and tired of 
working,
No more I'll dig the praties, no longer I'll be fool.
For as sure as me name is Carney
I'll be off to California, where instead of 
diggin'praties

I've courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk and in 
Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown, that is the Cobh of Cork.
But goodbye to all this pleasure, for l'm going to take 
me leisure
And the next time you will hear from me
Will be a letter from New York,

Goodbye to all the boys at home, l'm sailing far across 
the foam
To try to make me fortune in far America,
For there's s gold and money plenty for the poor and 
gentry
And when I come back again I never more will stray