Muirsheen Durkin
So goodbye Muirsheen Durkin,
 l’m sick and tired of working.
No more I’ll dig for praties,
no longer I’ll be fool.
For as sure as my name is Carney,
I’ll be off to Californiyea.
Where instead of diggin’ praties,
I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold.
In the days I went a courtin’,
I was never tired resortin’,
to the alehouse and the playhouse
 or many a house beside.
I told me brother Seamus
l’d go off and be right famous
and before l’d return again
l’d roam the world wide.
I’ve courted girls in Blarney,
in Kanturk and in Killarney.
In Passage and in Queenstown,
that is the Cobh of Cork.
But goodbye to all this pleasure,
 for l’m off to take me leisure.
And the next time you will hear from me,
will be a letter from New York
Goodbye to all the boys at home,
l’m sailing far across the foam.
To try to make me fortune, in old Amerikay.
For there is gold and money,
plenty for the poor and gentry.
And when I come back again,
I never more will stray,