Текст песни Muirshin Durkin - Luke Kelly
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                days 
                                                    I 
                                                went 
                                                    a 
                                                courtin' 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                never 
                                                tired 
                                                resortin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                an 
                                                ale-house 
                                                or 
                                                    a 
                                                playhouse 
                                                and 
                                                many's 
                                                the 
                                                house 
                                                besides
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                told 
                                                me 
                                                brother 
                                                Seamus 
                                                I'd 
                                                go 
                                                off 
                                                and 
                                                be 
                                                right 
                                                famous
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                would 
                                                return 
                                                again 
                                                'til 
                                                    I 
                                                roamed 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                wide
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                Muirsheen 
                                                Durkin 
                                                sure 
                                                I'm 
                                                sick 
                                                and 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                working
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                more 
                                                I'll 
                                                dig 
                                                the 
                                                praties 
                                                and 
                                                no 
                                                longer 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                fooled
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                sure's 
                                                me 
                                                name 
                                                is 
                                                Carney 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                off 
                                                to 
                                                California
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                instead 
                                                of 
                                                diggin' 
                                                praties 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                diggin' 
                                                lumps 
                                                of 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                courted 
                                                girls 
                                                in 
                                                Blarney, 
                                                in 
                                                Kanturk 
                                                and 
                                                in 
                                                Killarney
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                Passage 
                                                and 
                                                in 
                                                Queenstown, 
                                                that 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                Cobh 
                                                of 
                                                Cork
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                to 
                                                all 
                                                this 
                                                pleasure 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                off 
                                                to 
                                                take 
                                                me 
                                                leisure
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                next 
                                                time 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                hear 
                                                from 
                                                me, 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                letter 
                                                from 
                                                New 
                                                York
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                it's 
                                                Goodbye 
                                                Muirsheen 
                                                Durkin 
                                                I'm 
                                                sick 
                                                and 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                working
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                more 
                                                I'll 
                                                dig 
                                                the 
                                                praties 
                                                and 
                                                no 
                                                longer 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                fooled
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                sure's 
                                                me 
                                                name 
                                                is 
                                                Carney 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                off 
                                                to 
                                                California
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                instead 
                                                of 
                                                diggin' 
                                                praties 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                diggin' 
                                                lumps 
                                                of 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                girls 
                                                at 
                                                home 
                                                I'm 
                                                going 
                                                far 
                                                across 
                                                the 
                                                foam
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                try 
                                                and 
                                                make 
                                                me 
                                                fortune 
                                                in 
                                                far 
                                                Amerikay
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                gold 
                                                and 
                                                jewels 
                                                and 
                                                plenty 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                poor 
                                                and 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                gentry
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                return 
                                                again 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                more 
                                                will 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                Muirsheen 
                                                Durkin 
                                                sure 
                                                I'm 
                                                sick 
                                                and 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                working
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                more 
                                                I'll 
                                                dig 
                                                the 
                                                praties 
                                                and 
                                                no 
                                                longer 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                fooled
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                sure's 
                                                me 
                                                name 
                                                is 
                                                Carney 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                off 
                                                to 
                                                California
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                instead 
                                                of 
                                                diggin' 
                                                praties 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                diggin' 
                                                lumps 
                                                of 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Thank You For the Days
2 Farewell to Carlingford
3 Muirshin Durkin
4 Scorn Not His Simplicity
5 The Gartan Mother's Lullaby
6 Peggy Gordon
7 The Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe
8 Kelly The Boy From Killane
9 The Travelling People
10 Go To Sea No More
11 The Net Hauling Song
12 The Sun Is Burning
13 Alabama '58
14 The Auld Triangle
15 For What Died the Sons of Róisín
16 Whiskey in the Jar
17 The Black Velvet Band
18 The Town I Loved So Well
19 Joe Hill
20 A Song For Ireland
21 Maids When You're Young Never Wed An Old Man
22 The Rocky Road to Dublin
23 The Shoals of Herring
24 Paddy on the Railway
25 Raglan Road
26 School Days Over
27 The Dundee Weaver
28 The Thirty Foot Trailer
29 The Banks of the Sweet Primroses
30 I Know My Love
31 Dirty Old Town
32 I'm a Rover
33 Tramps and Hawkers
34 The Rising Of The Moon
35 The Galway Races
36 The Peat Bog Soldiers
37 The Lifeboat Mona
38 The Springhill Mining Disaster
39 The Night Visiting Song
40 The Wild Rover
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