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Jan 23, 2012

Goodbye Mrs Durkin by the Irish Rovers

A variation on a traditional Irish folk song called "Mursheen Durkin" made popular by the Irish Rovers.

Tab: in word document format

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Tabbed by: Mike Nachaj :: mike@mikemusicbox.com

Song:  Goodbye Mrs. Durkin
By:      The Irish Rover 

{original key in Eb} 

[intro:]   C  G G  C

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

[verse:1]
In the days that 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."

[chorus:]  {repeat}   So it's..

[verse:2]
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.

[chorus:]  {repeat}  So it's..

[verse:3]
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!

[chorus:]  {repeat}  So it's..

[verse:4]
Well, I'm now in San Francisco, and me fortune it is made.
Me pockets loaded down with gold, I'll throw away me spade.
I'll go back to dear old Erin, spend my fortune never carin'.
I'll marry Queen Victori', Mrs. Durkin for to spite.

[chorus:]  {repeat}  So it's..