Paddy Schmidt - MURSHIN DURKIN LYRICS

In the days I went a-courtinŽ
I was never tired resortinŽ
To the alehouse and the playhouse
and manyŽs the house beside
But I told me brother Seamus
IŽd 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 IŽm sick of all this treasure
IŽm 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
IŽm sailing far across the foam
To good old Paddy Mincoln and to Americay
ThereŽs gold and jewels in plenty
for the poor and for the gentry
And the next time IŽll return again
IŽll never more will say

So, Good Bye Murshin Durkin
IŽm sick and tired of workinŽ
No more IŽll dig the praties
and no longer IŽll be fooled
But as sure my name is Carney
IŽll be off to Californy
And instead of digging praties
IŽll be digging lumps of gold