Murshin Durkin Lyrics

Murshin Durkin lyrics

In the days I went a-courtin´  

 I was never tired resortin´ 

 To the alehouse and the playhouse  

 and many´s the house beside 

 But I told me brother Seamus  

 I´d be off and be right famous 

 And when I return again  

 I roamed the world wide 

  

 I courted girls in Blarney 

 in Kanturk and Killarney 

 In Passage and in Queenstown  

 that is the cove of Cork 

 But I´m sick of all this treasure 

 I´m gone and make me leisure 

 And the next time that you hear from me  

 will be a letter from New York 

  

 Goodbye to all the girls at home 

 I´m sailing far across the foam 

 To good old Paddy Mincoln and to Americay 

 There´s gold and jewels in plenty  

 for the poor and for the gentry 

 And the next time I´ll return again  

 I´ll never more will say 

  

 So, Good Bye Murshin Durkin 

 I´m sick and tired of workin´ 

 No more I´ll dig the praties  

 and no longer I´ll be fooled 

 But as sure my name is Carney  

 I´ll be off to Californy 

 And instead of digging praties  

 I´ll be digging lumps of gold