I was never tired resortin'
To the alehouse and the playhouse
Or many's the house beside
I'd go off and go right famous
And before I'd return again,
I'd roamed this world wide
So good -bye, Machine Durkin,
sure I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig the Grady's,
no longer I'll be foolin'
For sure if my name is Carney,
I'll be off to California
Where instead of diggin' Grady's,
I've courted girls in Blarney,
in Kentucky and in Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown,
Goodbye to all this pleasure,
for I'm going to take me leisure
And the next time you will hear from me
is a letter from New York
So goodbye Mershine, Durkin,
sure I'm sickin', tired of workin'
No more I'll dig the Brady's,
no longer I'll be foolin'
For sure if my name is Carney,
I'll be off to California
Where instead of diggin' Brady's,
I'll be diggin' lumps of gold
Goodbye to all the boys at home
I'm sailin' far across the foam
To try and make me fortun
For there's gold and money
plenty for the poor and for the gentry
And when I come back again
So goodbye Mershine, Durkin,
sure I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig the Prates,
For sure if my name is Kearney,
I'll be off to California
Where instead of diggin' Prates,
I'll be diggin' lumps of gold
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