Off Kilter Goodbye Muirsin Durkin
Goodbye Muirsin Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin’.
No longer I’ll dig praties, no more shall I be cold.
Sure as me name is Carney I’ll be off to California
Instead of digging praties I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold.
In the days I went to courtin’ I was never tired of resortin’
To an ale house or a playhouse and many’s the house besides.
I told me brother Seamus I’d go off and go right famous.
I never would return again ‘til I roamed the whole world wide.
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I've courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk and in Killarney,
In Passage and in Banbridge town, and in the Cobh of Cork.
Goodbye to all me pleasure for I’m off to take me leisure
Next time that you hear from me, is a letter from New York.
Chorus
Goodbye to all me boys at home I’m going far across the foam
To try and make me fortune in far Amerikay
There’s gold and jewels aplenty for the poor and for the gentry
Next time that you hear from me no longer will I say