Muirsheen Durkin

Intro (flutes): D A A D x4

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


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

        A                D
I'll be digging lumps of gold.


Inst. (flutes): D A A D x1


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


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

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


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

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