Irish Folk
Lyrics
In the days I went a-courtin�
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