(You can omit the F if you like)          Intro (flutes): x4 VERSE I: -------- In the days I went a courtin’ I was never tired resortin’. To an ale house or a playhouse And many’s the house besides But I told me brother Seamus I’d go off and be right famous And I never would return again Until I roamed the worldwide. CHORUS: ------- Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin Sure I’m sick and tired of workin’ No more I’ll dig for praties And no longer I’ll be fooled As sure as me name is Carney I’ll be off to Californy Where instead of digging praties I’ll be digging lumps of gold. Inst. (flutes): x1 VERSE II: --------- 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 I’ll be off to take me leisure And the next time that you’ll hear from me will be a letter from New York. CHORUS: ------- Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin I’m sick and tired of workin’ No more I’ll dig for praties And no longer I’ll be fooled As sure as me name is Carney I’ll be off to Californy Where instead of digging praties I’ll be digging lumps of gold. VERSE III: ---------- Goodbye to the girls at home I’m going far across the foam. To try and make me fortune in far Amerikay. There’s gold and jewels and plenty For the poor and for the gentry And when I return again I never more will say: CHORUS: ------- Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin Sure I’m sick and tired of workin’ No more I’ll dig for praties And no longer I’ll be fooled As sure as me name is Carney I’ll be off to Californy Where instead of digging praties I’ll be digging lumps of gold. Inst.: to fadeout.