*It's good bye Muirsheen Durkin I sick and tired of workin No longer dig the pradies No longer I'll be poor For as sure's my name is Karney I'll be off to Californ-e Instead of diggin pradies I'll be diggin lumps of gold* Oh in my days of courtin I've never done resortin To the ale house or the play house or many the house between I told me brother shamus I'll go off and get right famous And when I return again I'll have seen the whole world through I called girls up in blarney County Cork and in Kelarney In passage and in Queenstown And many the towns between Goodbye to all mispleasure For I'm off to take my leasure And the next time you will hear from me Will be a letter from New York Well goodbye to the girls at home I'm headin away across the foam To try and make my fortune In far Ameri-kay There's gold and jewels a plenty For the poor and gentry And the next time that you'll hear from me I never more will say!