Muirsheen Durkin (2/4 moderately fast)

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In the days I went a courtin' I was never tired resortin'
           C                    G                      G                             C

To an ale-house or a playhouse and many's the house besides
         C                        G                     G                      C

But I told me brother Seamus I'd go off and be right famous
          C                      G                     G                           C

And I never would return again 'til I roamed the world wide

        C                              G                       G                         C

So- Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin sure I'm sick and tired of working
       C                        G                   G                   C

No more I'll dig the praties and no longer I'll be fooled
      C                           G                   G             C

As sure's me name is Carney I'll be off to California
                 C                      G                  G                        C

Where instead of diggin' praties I'll be diggin' lumps of gold

       C                       G                      G                     C

I've courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk and in Killarney
     C                      G                                   G           C

In Passage and in Queenstown, that is the Cobh of Cork
          C                    G                      G                  C

Goodbye to all this pleasure I'll be off to take me leisure
              C                           G                                   G                         C

And the next time that you hear from me, will be a letter from New York

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Goodbye to the girls at home I'm going far across the foam
      C                         G             G             C

To try and make me fortune in far Amerikay
             C                              G                   G                         C

There's gold and jewels and plenty for the poor and for the gentry
 C                    G                G                        C

And when I return again I never more will stray