Intro (flutes): C G F C x4

VERSE I:
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       C             G
In the days I went a courtin',
      F             C
I was never tired resortin'.
      C              G
To an ale house or a playhouse,
    F                  C
And many's the house besides
      C               G
But I told me brother Seamus,
       F                C
I'd go off and be right famous,
      C             G
And I never would return again,
        F           C
Until I roamed the worldwide.


CHORUS:
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C                  G
Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,
         F                 C
Sure I'm sick and tired of workin'
   C                 G
No more I'll dig for praties,
       F              C
And no longer I'll be fooled
   C                  G
As sure as me name is Carney,
        F          C
I'll be off to Californy
         C               G
Where instead of digging praties,
        F                C
I'll be digging lumps of gold.


Inst. (flutes): C G F C x1


VERSE II:
E|E|E|E|-------|||-|-
     C                G
I've courted girls in Blarney,
      F           C
in Kanturk and in Killarney
                  G           
In passage and in Queenstown, 
     F              C
that is the Cobh of Cork.
    C               G
Goodbye to all this pleasure,
        F              C
I'll be off to take me leisure
        C                     G
And the next time that you'll hear from me, 
          F               C
will be a letter from New York.


CHORUS:
E|E|E|-------|||
C                  G
Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,
    F                 C
I'm sick and tired of workin'
                     G
No more I'll dig for praties,
       F              C
And no longer I'll be fooled
                      G
As sure as me name is Carney,
        F          C
I'll be off to Californy
                         G
Where instead of digging praties,
        F                C
I'll be digging lumps of gold.


VERSE III:
E|E|E|E|-------|||-|--
C              G
Goodbye to the girls at home,
    F                    C
I'm going far across the foam.
   C               G
To try and make me fortune,
   F        C
in far Amerikay.
        C                   G
There's gold and jewels and plenty,
        F                G
For the poor and for the gentry
    C             G      
And when I return again, 
  F               C
I never more will say:


CHORUS:
E|E|E|-------|||
C                  G
Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,
         F                 C
Sure I'm sick and tired of workin'
   C                 G
No more I'll dig for praties,
       F              C
And no longer I'll be fooled
   C                  G
As sure as me name is Carney,
        F          C
I'll be off to Californy
         C               G
Where instead of digging praties,
        F                C
I'll be digging lumps of gold.