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 Abby Lincoln 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