"Goodbye Mrs. Durkin" lyrics

"Goodbye Mrs. Durkin"

Goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig your praties, no longer I'll be poor
As sure as my name is Barney, I'm off to Califarny
Instead of digging praties, I'll be digging lumps of gold

In the days when I was courting, I was never tired resorting
To the alehouse and the playhouse, and the other house besides
But I told my brother Seamus, "I'll be off now and grow famous
And before that I return again, I'll roam the whole world wide."

So, it's goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig your praties, no longer I'll be poor
As sure as my name is Barney, I'm off to Califarny
Instead of digging praties, I'll be digging lumps of gold

Well, I've courted girls in Blarney, in Antrim and Killarney
In Dublin and in Kerry, down to the coves of Cork
But I'm tired of all this pleasure, so now I'll take my leisure
And the next time that you hear from me, I'll write you from new York

So, it's goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig your praties, no longer I'll be poor
As sure as my name is Barney, I'm off to Califarny
Instead of digging praties, I'll be digging lumps of gold

When I landed in America, I met a man named Burke
He told me if I'd stay a while, he'd surely find me work
But work he didn't find me, so there's nothing here to bind me
I'm bound for San Francisco, in Califor-ni-yay!

So, it's goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig your praties, no longer I'll be poor
As sure as my name is Barney, I'm off to Califarny
Instead of digging praties, I'll be digging lumps of gold

Well, I'm now in San Francisco, and my fortune it is made
My pockets loaded down with gold, I'll throw away my spade
I'll go back to dear old Erin, spend my fortune never carin'
I'll marry Queen Victori', Mrs. Durkin for to spite

So, it's goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig your praties, no longer I'll be poor
As sure as my name is Barney, I'm off to Califarny
Instead of digging praties, I'll be digging lumps of gold


Writer(s): Will Millar
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