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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fiddler's Green
Fiddler's Green
Performer
Ralf Albers
Ralf Albers
Lead Vocals
Patrick Prziwara
Patrick Prziwara
Electric Guitar
Rainer Schulz
Rainer Schulz
Electric Bass Guitar
Stefan Klug
Stefan Klug
Accordion
Tobias Heindl
Tobias Heindl
Violin
Frank Jooß
Frank Jooß
Drums
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jörg Umbreit
Jörg Umbreit
Producer

Lyrics

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 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, 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 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, 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 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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