The Dubliners - Muirsheen Durkin

In the days I went a courtin', I was never tired resortin'
To an alehouse or a playhouse and many's the house beside
But I told me brother Seamus, I'd go off and be right famous
And I'd never would return again till I'd roam the world wide
Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more, I'll dig the prates and no longer, I'll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney, I'll be off to Californy
Where instead of diggin' prates, I'll be diggin' lumps of gold
I've courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk and in Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown that is the Cobh of Cork
Goodbye to all this pleasure and I'll be off to take me leisure
And the next time that you hear from me will be a letter from New York
Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, oh, I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more, I'll dig the prates and no longer, I'll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney, I'll be off to Californy
Where instead of diggin' prates, I'll be diggin' lumps of gold
Goodbye to all the girls at home, I'm going far across the foam
To try and make me fortune in far America
There's gold and jewels in plenty for the poor and for the gentry
And when I return again I never more will say
Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, sure I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more, I'll dig the prates and no longer, I'll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney, I'll be off to Californy
Where instead of diggin' prates, I'll be diggin' lumps of gold

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The Dubliners - Mrs. McGrath

With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

Now, Mrs. McGrath, Dr. Tierney did brag,
Send your so up to college where he can study Ag
He'll a Volkswagen car and a tener a week flat
Mrs. McGrath wouldn't you like that
With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

Now Mrs. McGrath came from County Clare
And for forty-seven or more years she lived there
She was a milkin' cows and a feedin' pigs
To keep ol' Ciaran in his Dublin digs
With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

Said a friend one day, "What a terrible shame.”
As she swept out the kitchen a letter came
It bore bad news which was not expected
Ciaran had failed four times and he was now rejected
With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

So Ciaran then wrote back to daddy, he said, "Dear Daddy.”
"It wasn't the work and it wasn't the strain
And wasn't on your own darling son that lay the blame.”
For when I came up Clare I was an innocent lad
But the fellas in the digs they drove me to the bad
With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

I tried to stay and work at night,
The fellas in the digs took me out on the skite
And when you sent me me fees now what do you think
Sure I spent all the money on the women and the drink
With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

So the moral of the story is plain and clear
Stay away from the women and stay off the beer
And if you got a son on the farmer
Keep the young pup there where he'll be out of harm
With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

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The Dubliners - Nancy Whiskey

I'm a weaver, a Carlton Weaver
I'm a a rash and a-roving blade
I've got silver in my pockets
And I follow the roving trade

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

As I went down through Glasgow city
Nancy whiskey I chanced to smell
I went in, sat down beside her
Seven long years I loved her well

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

The more I kissed her, the more I loved her
The more I kissed her, the more she smiled
Soon I forgot my Mother's teaching
Nancy soon had me beguiled

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

Now, I rose early in the morning
To slake my thirst, it was my need
I tried to rise, but I was not able
Nancy had me by the knees

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

So I'm going back to the Carlton weaving
I'll surely make those shuttles fly
For I made more at the Carlton weaving
Than ever I did at the roving trade

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

So come all you weavers, you Carlton weavers
Come all you weavers where e'er you be
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy whiskey
She'll ruin you like she ruined me

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

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