D             A7                            D
Good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin’
                      A7                        D
No more I’ll dig your prates, no longer I’ll be poor
                      A7                    D
As sure as my name is Barney I’m off to Califarny
                   A7                                D
Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold.


[Verse 1]
D                      A7                           D
In the days that I was courtin’ I was never tired resortin’
                        A7                               D
To the alehouse and the playhouse, and the other house besides
                      A7                              D
But I told my brother Seamus I’ll be off now and grow famous
                   A7                                    D
And before that I return again I’ll roam the whole world wide.


[Chorus]
D             A7                            D
Good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin’
                      A7                        D
No more I’ll dig your prates, no longer I’ll be poor
                      A7                    D
As sure as my name is Barney I’m off to Califarny
                   A7                                D
Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold.


[Verse 2]
D                          A7                        D
Well I’ve courted girls in Blarney, in Antrim and Killarney
                 A7                          D
In Dublin and in Kerry, down to the coves of Cork
                          A7                           D
But I’m tired of all this pleasure so now I’ll take my leisure
                          A7                                    D
And the next time that you hear from me I’ll write you from New York.
 

[Chorus]
D             A7                            D
Good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin’
                      A7                        D
No more I’ll dig your prates, no longer I’ll be poor
                      A7                    D
As sure as my name is Barney I’m off to Califarny
                   A7                                D
Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold.


[Verse 3]
D                  A7                       D
When I landed in America, I met a man named Burke
                  A7                               D
He told me if I’d stay a while he’d surely find me work
                   A7                                  D
But work he didn’t find me, so there’s nothing here to bind me
                   A7                   D
I’m off for San Francisco and Californi-yay.


[Chorus]
D             A7                            D
Good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin’
                      A7                        D
No more I’ll dig your prates, no longer I’ll be poor
                      A7                    D
As sure as my name is Barney I’m off to Califarny
                   A7                                D
Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold.


[Verse 4]
D                       A7                         D
Well I’m now in San Francisco and me fortune it is made
                  A7                                 D
Me pockets loaded down with gold, I’ll throw away me spade
                         A7                           D
I’ll go back to dear old Erin spend me fortune never carin’
                   A7                         D
I’ll marry Queen Victori’, Mrs. Durkin for to spite.
 

[Chorus]
D                      A7                            D
So, it’s good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin’
                      A7                        D
No more I’ll dig your prates, no longer I’ll be poor
                      A7                    D
As sure as my name is Barney I’m off to Califarny
                   A7                                D
Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold.