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