In the days I
went to courtin'
I was never tired resortin'
To the alehouse or the playhouse
Or Manny's house beside
I told me brother Seamus
I'd go off and go right famous
And before I'd come back again
I'd rung the portal twice
Everybody's leaving
So goodbye Morshine, Tarkin
Sure I am sick and tired of working
No more, I'll take the pretties
No longer, I'll be full
Sure as my name is Carney
I'll be off to California
Where instead of digging pretties
I'll be digging lumps of gold
I've cooted girls in Blarney
In Canterk and in Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown
It is the Cove of Cork
Goodbye to all this pleasure
But I'm going to take me leisure
And the next that you will hear from me
Is a letter from New York
So goodbye Morshine, Dork and Shrine
I'm sick and tired of working
The more I dig the prairies
The longer I'll be full
Sure as me name is Carney
I'll be off to California
Where instead of digging prairies
I'll be digging lumps of gold
Goodbye to all the boys at home
I'm sailing far across the foam
Try and make me fortune in
foreign Mary Kay
There's gold and money,
plenty for the poor and for the gentry
And when I come back again,
I never more will say
Goodbye Mershine, Turkinshire,
I'm sick and tired of workin'
The more I'll dig the pretties,
the longer I'll be full
Sure as me name is Carney,
I'll be off to California
Where instead of digging bridges,
I'll be digging the lumps
of gold
Thank you, good night, God bless,
thank you very much
I want to see the rest of the race.
This is overtime, know.
I hadn't planned this.