Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goodbye Mrs. Durkin, artist - The Irish Rovers. Album song The Unicorn, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.1972
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
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 |