Goodbye Mrs Durkin

The Irish Rovers

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Tom:
D A7 D Good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin’
A7 D No more I’ll dig your prates, no longer I’ll be poor
A7 D As sure as my name is Barney I’m off to Califarny
A7 D Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold. [Verse 1]
D A7 D In the days that I was courtin’ I was never tired resortin’
A7 D To the alehouse and the playhouse, and the other house besides
A7 D But I told my brother Seamus I’ll be off now and grow famous
A7 D And before that I return again I’ll roam the whole world wide. [Chorus]
D A7 D Good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin’
A7 D No more I’ll dig your prates, no longer I’ll be poor
A7 D As sure as my name is Barney I’m off to Califarny
A7 D Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold.
[Verse 2]
D A7 D Well I’ve courted girls in Blarney, in Antrim and Killarney
A7 D In Dublin and in Kerry, down to the coves of Cork
A7 D But I’m tired of all this pleasure so now I’ll take my leisure
A7 D And the next time that you hear from me I’ll write you from New York. [Chorus]
D A7 D Good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin’
A7 D No more I’ll dig your prates, no longer I’ll be poor
A7 D As sure as my name is Barney I’m off to Califarny
A7 D Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold. [Verse 3]
D A7 D When I landed in America, I met a man named Burke
A7 D He told me if I’d stay a while he’d surely find me work
A7 D But work he didn’t find me, so there’s nothing here to bind me
A7 D I’m off for San Francisco and Californi-yay. [Chorus]
D A7 D Good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin’
A7 D No more I’ll dig your prates, no longer I’ll be poor
A7 D As sure as my name is Barney I’m off to Califarny
A7 D Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold. [Verse 4]
D A7 D Well I’m now in San Francisco and me fortune it is made
A7 D Me pockets loaded down with gold, I’ll throw away me spade
A7 D I’ll go back to dear old Erin spend me fortune never carin’
A7 D I’ll marry Queen Victori’, Mrs. Durkin for to spite. [Chorus]
D A7 D So, it’s good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin’
A7 D No more I’ll dig your prates, no longer I’ll be poor
A7 D As sure as my name is Barney I’m off to Califarny
A7 D Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold.
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