In the days I went a -courtin',
To the alehouse or the playhouse,
and many's a -house beside
I'd go off and go right famous
And before I would return again,
I'd roam the whole world wide
So, goodbye Mercy Durkin,
I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig the crazies,
For as sure as me name is Kearney,
I'll be off to Californie
Where instead of digging for eighties,
I'll be digging lumps of gold
I've courted girls in Blarney,
in Canter, Kem, Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown,
But goodbye to all this pleasure,
for I'm going to take my leisure
And the next time that you hear from me,
I'll be living in New York
So goodbye Merchandirken,
I'm sick and tired of working
No more I'll dig for freighties,
For as sure as me name is Carney,
I'll be off to California
Where instead of digging for eighties,
Goodbye to all the boys at home,
I'm sailing far across the farm
To try and make my fortune in Far America
And there's gold and money
plenty for the poor and for the gentry
And when I come back home again
So goodbye Merchandirken,
I'm sick and tired of working
No more I'll dig the prairies,
For as sure as me name is Car ney,
I'll be off to California
For instead of digging prairies,
I'll be digging lumps of gold
So, goodbye Mersh and Gherkin,
I'm sick and tired of working.
No more I'll dig for Perrantes,
no longer I'll be fooled.
For as sure as me name is Kearney,
I'll be off to California.
Where instead of digging Perrantes,
I'll be digging lumps of gold.
