Muirsheen Durkin


In the days I went a courting, I was never tired resorting
In the alehouse and the playhouse, and many’s the house between
I told me brother Seamus I’d go off and be right famous
And before I’d come home again I’d roam the whole wide world

And it’s goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, I’m sick and tired of working
I’ll no more dig the praties, no longer I’ll be fooled
For as sure as me name is Carney I’ll be off to California
Instead of digging praties I’ll be digging 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 this pleasure and I’ll be off to take me leisure
And the next that you hear from me is a letter from New York

Farewell to all the girls at home, I’m bound away across the foam
I’m off to seek me fortune in far America
There’s gold and silver aplenty for the poor and for the gentry
And when I come back home again I never more will stray

Cork 1

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