In the days when I was courtin',
I was seldom done resortin'
In the ale house and the playhouse,
And many's the house between
I told me brother Seamus,
I'll go off and get right famous,
And when I come back home again,
I'll have seen the whole wide world 

I've courted girls in Blarney, 
In Kanturk and in Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown, 
That is the Cobh of Cork.
But goodbye to all displeasure, 
For l'm going to take me leisure
And the next time you will hear from me
Will be a letter from New York

Farewell to all the girls at home,
I'm bound away across the foam
Off to seek me fortune 
In far Amerikay
There's silver there a-plenty,
For the poor and for the gentry
And when I come back home again,
I never more will say,

Goodbye, Muirshin Durkin,
I'm sick and tired of workin'
I'll no more dig the praties,
I'll no longer be a fool
As sure as me name is Carney,
I'll go off to California
Where instead of diggin' praties,
I'll be digging lumps of gold