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The seminal version is of course the Dubliners on the Ed Sullivan show. We usually start off with Sonny's Mazurka
Muirsheen Durkin
by trad
In the [D] days I went es- [A7] courtin',
I was [A7] never tired of [D] sportin'
to an [D] ale house or a [A7] playhouse,
And [A7] many's a house be- [D] sides
But I told me brother Seamus,
I'd go off and be right famous,
And I never would return again,
'til I roamed the whole worldwide.
(Chorus
Goodbye, Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig for praties, And no longer I'll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney, I'll be off to Californey
Where instead of digging praties, I'll be digging lumps of gold)
I've courted girls in Blarney,
in Kanturk and in Killarney
In passage and in Queenstown,
that is the Cove of Cork
Goodbye to all me pleasure
I'm away to get me leisure
And the next thing that you'll hear from me,
will be a letter from New York.
Chorus
Goodbye to all the girls at home,
I'm leaving far across the foam
To try and make me fortune in far Amerikay
There's gold and jewels a-plenty,
For the poor and for the gentry
And I never will return again,
I never more will say.
Chorus
I was [A7] never tired of [D] sportin'
to an [D] ale house or a [A7] playhouse,
And [A7] many's a house be- [D] sides
But I told me brother Seamus,
I'd go off and be right famous,
And I never would return again,
'til I roamed the whole worldwide.
(Chorus
Goodbye, Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig for praties, And no longer I'll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney, I'll be off to Californey
Where instead of digging praties, I'll be digging lumps of gold)
I've courted girls in Blarney,
in Kanturk and in Killarney
In passage and in Queenstown,
that is the Cove of Cork
Goodbye to all me pleasure
I'm away to get me leisure
And the next thing that you'll hear from me,
will be a letter from New York.
Chorus
Goodbye to all the girls at home,
I'm leaving far across the foam
To try and make me fortune in far Amerikay
There's gold and jewels a-plenty,
For the poor and for the gentry
And I never will return again,
I never more will say.
Chorus