Celtiques the Dubliners Transposer
Muirsheen Durkin
Traditional Irish
Song :D
Intro :
D A A D
x4
D A
In the days I went a courtin',
A D
I was never tired resortin'.
D A
To an ale house or a playhouse,
A D
And many's the house besides
D A
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 :
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.
Flute:
D A A D
D A
I've courted girls in Blarney,
A D
in Kanturk and in Killarney
A
In passage and in Queenstown,
A D
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 :
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.
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 :
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.
D A A D
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