In the days when I was courtin', I was never tired resortin' From the alehouse to the playhouse, and many’s the house beside, I told me brother Séamus l'd go off and grow right famous, And before l'd return again l'd roam the world wide. CHORUS: So goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, l'm sick and tired of workin’, No more I'll dig the praties, no longer I'll be fooled, Sure as me name is Carney, I'll be off to Californie, And 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, So goodbye to all this pleasure, l'm off to seek me treasure, And the next time that you’ll hear from me will be a letter from New York. CHORUS Goodbye to all the boys at home, l'm sailing far across the foam To try and seek me fortune in far America, There's gold and money plenty for the poor and for the gentry, And when I come home again, I never more will stray. CHORUS