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Murshin Durkin
In the days I went a-courtinґ I was never tired resortinґ To the alehouse and the playhouse And manyґs the house beside But I told me brother Seamus Iґd be off and be right famous And when I return again I roamed the world wide
I courted girls in Blarney In Kanturk and Killarney In Passage and in Queenstown That is the cove of Cork But Iґm sick of all this treasure Iґm gone and make me leisure And the next time that you hear from me Will be a letter from New York
Goodbye to all the girls at home Iґm sailing far across the foam To good old Paddy Mincoln and to Americay Thereґs gold and jewels in plenty For the poor and for the gentry And the next time Iґll return again Iґll never more will say
So, Good Bye Murshin Durkin Iґm sick and tired of workinґ No more Iґll dig the praties And no longer Iґll be fooled But as sure my name is Carney Iґll be off to Californy And instead of digging praties Iґll be digging lumps of gold
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