| Goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin'
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| No more I’ll dig your praties, no longer I’ll be poor
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| As sure as my name is Barney, I’m off to Califarny
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| Instead of digging praties, I’ll be digging lumps of gold
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| In the days when I was courting, I was never tired resorting
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| To the alehouse and the playhouse, and the other house besides
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| But I told my brother Seamus, «I'll be off now and grow famous
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| And before that I return again, I’ll roam the whole world wide.»
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| So, it’s goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin'
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| No more I’ll dig your praties, no longer I’ll be poor
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| As sure as my name is Barney, I’m off to Califarny
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| Instead of digging praties, I’ll be digging lumps of gold
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| Well, I’ve courted girls in Blarney, in Antrim and Killarney
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| In Dublin and in Kerry, down to the coves of Cork
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| But I’m tired of all this pleasure, so now I’ll take my leisure
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| And the next time that you hear from me, I’ll write you from new York
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| So, it’s goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin'
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| No more I’ll dig your praties, no longer I’ll be poor
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| As sure as my name is Barney, I’m off to Califarny
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| Instead of digging praties, I’ll be digging lumps of gold
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| When I landed in America, I met a man named Burke
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| He told me if I’d stay a while, he’d surely find me work
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| But work he didn’t find me, so there’s nothing here to bind me
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| I’m bound for San Francisco, in Califor-ni-yay!
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| So, it’s goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin'
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| No more I’ll dig your praties, no longer I’ll be poor
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| As sure as my name is Barney, I’m off to Califarny
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| Instead of digging praties, I’ll be digging lumps of gold
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| Well, I’m now in San Francisco, and my fortune it is made
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| My pockets loaded down with gold, I’ll throw away my spade
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| I’ll go back to dear old Erin, spend my fortune never carin'
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| I’ll marry Queen Victori', Mrs. Durkin for to spite
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| So, it’s goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin'
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| No more I’ll dig your praties, no longer I’ll be poor
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| As sure as my name is Barney, I’m off to Califarny
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| Instead of digging praties, I’ll be digging lumps of gold |