The Dubliners – Muirsheen Durkin (Guitar)

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This is exactly how the Dubliners play it, without a capo. Basically the whole song just goes D A. Intro (flutes): D A A D x4 VERSE I: --------
       D             A
In the days I went a courtin',

      A             D
I was never tired resortin'.

      D              A
To an ale house or a playhouse,

    A                  D
And many's the house besides

      D               A
But I told me brother Seamus,

       A                D
I'd go off and be right famous,

      D             A
And I never would return again,

        A           D
Until I roamed the worldwide.
CHORUS: -------
D                  A
Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,

         A                 D
Sure I'm sick and tired of workin'

   D                 A
No more I'll dig for praties,

       A              D
And no longer I'll be fooled

   D                  A
As sure as me name is Carney,

        A          D
I'll be off to Californy

         D               A
Where instead of digging praties,

        A                D
I'll be digging lumps of gold.
Inst. (flutes): D A A D x1 VERSE II: ---------
     D                A
I've courted girls in Blarney,

      A           D
in Kanturk and in Killarney

                  A           
In passage and in Queenstown, 

     A              D
that is the Cobh of Cork.

    D               A
Goodbye to all this pleasure,

        A              D
I'll be off to take me leisure

        D                     A
And the next time that you'll hear from me, 

          A               D
will be a letter from New York.
CHORUS: -------
D                  A
Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,

    A                 D
I'm sick and tired of workin'

                     A
No more I'll dig for praties,

       A              D
And no longer I'll be fooled

                      A
As sure as me name is Carney,

        A          D
I'll be off to Californy

                         A
Where instead of digging praties,

        A                D
I'll be digging lumps of gold.
VERSE III: ----------
D              A
Goodbye to the girls at home,

    A                    D
I'm going far across the foam.

   D               A
To try and make me fortune,

   A        D
in far Amerikay.

        D                   A
There's gold and jewels and plenty,

        A                A
For the poor and for the gentry

    D             A      
And when I return again, 

  A               D
I never more will say:
CHORUS: -------
D                  A
Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,

         A                 D
Sure I'm sick and tired of workin'

   D                 A
No more I'll dig for praties,

       A              D
And no longer I'll be fooled

   D                  A
As sure as me name is Carney,

        A          D
I'll be off to Californy

         D               A
Where instead of digging praties,

        A                D
I'll be digging lumps of gold.
Inst.: D A A D to fadeout.