In the days I went a courtin', I was never tired resortin'
To an alehouse or a whorehouse or many a house beside,
told me brother Seamus l'd go off and get right famous
And before l'd return again l'd roam the world wide.
So goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, l'm sick and tired of working,
No more I'll dig the praties, no longer I'll be fooled.
as sure as me name is Carney
I'll be off to California, where instead of diggin'praties
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 displeasure, 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,
there's s gold coins a plenty for the poor and for the gentry
And when I come return again no longer will I say.