Murshin Durkin Songtext

von Paddy Goes To Holyhead

Murshin Durkin

In the days I went a-courtin'
I was never tired resortin'
To the alehouse and the playhouse
And many's the house beside
But I told me brother Seamus
I'd be off and be right famous
And when Ireturn again
I roamed the world wide

I courted girls in Blarney
In Kanturk and Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown
That is the cove of Cork
But I'm sick of all this treasure
I'm gone and make me leisure
And the next time that you hear from me
Will be a letter from New York

Goodbye to all the girls at home
I'm sailing far across the foam
To good old Paddy Mincoln and to Americay
There's gold and jewels in plenty
For the poor and for the gentry
And the next time I'll return again
I'll never more will say

So, Good Bye Murshin Durkin
I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig the praties
And no longer I'll be fooled
But as sure my name is Carney
I'll be off to Californy
And instead of digging praties
I'll be digging lumps of gold