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29 lines
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In the days I went a courting, I was never tired of sporting \\
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To the alehouse and the playhouse and many's the house besides, \\
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So I told me brother Seamus I'd go off and be right famous \\
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And before I'd return again I'd roam the whole world wide. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\
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So goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin, I'm sick and tired of working, \\
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No more I'll dig the praties, no longer I'll be poor. \\
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For as sure as me name is Carney \\
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I'll be off to California, where instead of digging praties \\
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I'll be digging lumps of gold. \\}
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I've courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk, and in Killarney \\
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In Passage, and in Queenstown--that is, the Cobh of Cork. \\
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But goodbye to all this pleasure, for I'm going to take me leisure \\
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And the next time that you hear from me \\
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Will be a letter from New York. \\
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Goodbye to all the boys at home, I'm sailing far across the foam \\
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To try to make me fortune in far America, \\
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For there's silver there aplenty for the poor man and the gentry \\
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And when I do come back again I never more will stray. \\
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