Goodbye Mrs Durkin
The Irish Rovers
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D A7 Good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sickD and tired of workin’A7 No more I’ll dig your prates, noD longer I’ll be poorA7 As sure as my name is Barney I’mD off to CalifarnyA7 Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll beD diggin’ lumps of gold. [Verse 1]D A7 In the days that I was courtin’ ID was never tired resortin’A7 To the alehouse and the playhouse,D and the other house besidesA7 But I told my brother Seamus I’llD be off now and grow famousA7 And before that I return again I’llD roam the whole world wide. [Chorus]D A7 Good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sickD and tired of workin’A7 No more I’ll dig your prates, noD longer I’ll be poorA7 As sure as my name is Barney I’mD off to CalifarnyA7 Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll beD diggin’ lumps of gold.Continúa después del anuncio[Verse 2]D A7 Well I’ve courted girls inD Blarney, in Antrim and KillarneyA7 In Dublin and in Kerry, down to theD coves of CorkA7 But I’m tired of all this pleasureD so now I’ll take my leisureA7 And the next time that you hearD from me I’ll write you from New York. [Chorus]D A7 Good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sickD and tired of workin’A7 No more I’ll dig your prates, noD longer I’ll be poorA7 As sure as my name is Barney I’mD off to CalifarnyA7 Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll beD diggin’ lumps of gold. [Verse 3]D A7 When I landed in America, I met aD man named BurkeA7 He told me if I’d stay a while he’dD surely find me workA7 But work he didn’t find me, soD there’s nothing here to bind meA7 I’m off for San Francisco andD Californi-yay. [Chorus]D A7 Good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sickD and tired of workin’A7 No more I’ll dig your prates, noD longer I’ll be poorA7 As sure as my name is Barney I’mD off to CalifarnyA7 Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll beD diggin’ lumps of gold. [Verse 4]D A7 Well I’m now in San Francisco andD me fortune it is madeA7 Me pockets loaded down with gold,D I’ll throw away me spadeA7 I’ll go back to dear old Erin spendD me fortune never carin’A7 I’ll marry Queen Victori’, Mrs.D Durkin for to spite. [Chorus]D A7 So, it’s good-bye Mrs. Durkin,D I’m sick and tired of workin’A7 No more I’ll dig your prates, noD longer I’ll be poorA7 As sure as my name is Barney I’mD off to CalifarnyA7 Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll beD diggin’ lumps of gold.