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