| In the days when I was courtin' | 
| I was seldom done resortin' | 
| In the ale house and the playhouse | 
| And many’s the house between | 
| I told me brother Seamus | 
| I’ll go off and get right famous | 
| And when I come back home again | 
| I’ll have seen the whole wide world | 
| And it’s goodbye, Muirshin Durkin | 
| I’m sick and tired of workin' | 
| I’ll no more dig the praties | 
| I’ll no longer be a fool | 
| As sure as me name is Carney | 
| I’ll go off to California | 
| And instead of digging praties | 
| I’ll be digging lumps of gold | 
| Farewell to all the girls at home | 
| I’m bound away across the foam | 
| Off to seek me fortune | 
| In far Amerikay | 
| There’s silver there a-plenty | 
| For the poor and for the gentry | 
| And when I come back home again | 
| I never more will say | 
| Goodbye, Muirshin Durkin | 
| I’m sick and tired of workin' | 
| I’ll no more dig the praties | 
| I’ll no longer be a fool | 
| As sure as me name is Carney | 
| I’ll go off to California | 
| Where instead of diggin' praties | 
| I’ll be digging lumps of gold | 
| And goodbye, Muirshin Durkin | 
| I’m sick and tired of workin' | 
| I’ll no more dig the praties | 
| I’ll no longer be a fool | 
| As sure as me name is Carney | 
| I’ll go off to California | 
| Where instead of diggin' praties | 
| I’ll be digging lumps of gold | 
| Goodbye, Muirshin Durkin | 
| I’m sick and tired of workin' | 
| I’ll no more dig the praties | 
| No more be a fool | 
| As sure as me name is Carney | 
| I’ll go off to California | 
| Where instead of diggin' praties | 
| I’ll be diggin' lumps of gold |