Muirshin Durkin
Traditional

In the days when I was courtin'
I was seldom done resortin'
In the ale house and the playhouse
And many's the house besides
I told me brother Seamus
I'll go off and get right famous
And before I'd come back home again
I have roamed the world wide

Chorus:
And it's goodbye, Muirshin Durkin
I'm sick and tired of workin'
I'll no more dig the praties
I'll no longer be a fool
As sure as me name is Carney
I'll go off to California
And instead of digging praties
I'll be digging lumps of gold

Well I courted girls in Blarney
In Kanturk and in Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown
I mean the Cobh of Cork
But I'm tired of all this pleasure
So I'll go and take me leisure
And the next time that you'll hear from me
Be a letter from New York

Chorus

Farewell to all the folks at home
I'm sailing far across the foam
To try to make me fortune 
In far Off Amerikay
There's gold and silver plenty
For the poor and for the gentry
And when I'll come back home again
I never more will stray

Chorus Twice