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Muirsheen Durkin Tab

by Dubliners


Basically the whole song just goes C G F C.
(You can omit the F if you like)


Intro (flutes):     x4

VERSE I:
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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,
                   
Until I roamed the worldwide.


CHORUS:
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Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,
                          
Sure 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 Californy
                        
Where instead of digging praties,
                        
I'll be digging lumps of gold.


Inst. (flutes):     x1


VERSE II:
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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'll hear from me, 
                         
will be a letter from New York.


CHORUS:
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Goodbye, Muirsheen 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 Californy
                         
Where instead of digging praties,
                        
I'll be digging lumps of gold.


VERSE III:
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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:


CHORUS:
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Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,
                          
Sure 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 Californy
                        
Where instead of digging praties,
                        
I'll be digging lumps of gold.


Inst.:     to fadeout.