Muirsheen Durkin - The Blarney Lads

In the days I went a-courtin', I was never tired resortin'

To an alehouse or a playhouse and many’s the house beside

But I told me brother Seamus, I’d go off and be right famous

And I’d never would return again till I’d roam the world wide

Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin'

No more, I’ll dig the prates and no longer, I’ll be fooled

As sure as me name is Carney, I’ll be off to Californy

Where instead of diggin' prates, I’ll be diggin' lumps of gold

I’ve courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk, and in Killarney

In Passage and in Queenstown;

that is the Cobh of Cork

Goodbye to all me pleasure, I’ll be off to take 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 going far across the foam

To try and make me fortune in far America

There’s gold and jewels in plenty for the poor and for the gentry

And when I return again I never more will say