In the days I went to court
and I was never tired resorting
To the alehouse or the playhouse
or a money's house beside
I'd go off and go right famous
And before I'd come back again,
So goodbye, mercy darken,
I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig no pretties,
Sure as me name is Carney,
I'll be off to California
For instead of diggin' pretties,
I'll be diggin' lumps of gold
I've courted girls in Blarney,
in Kentucky and in Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown,
there is the Cove of Cork
Goodbye to all this pleasure,
for I'm going to take me letter
And the next that you will hear from me
is a letter from New York
I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig the pretties,
Sure as my name's Carney,
I'll be off to California
For instead of diggin' pretties,
I'll be diggin' Lonesome Grove
Goodbye to all the boys at home
I'm sailin' far across the foam
To try and make me fortune
There's gold and money plenty
for the poor for the gentry,
and when I come back again,
I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig the pretties,
As sure as my name is Carney,
I'll be off to California
Where instead of diggin' pretties,
I'll be diggin' lumps of gold
I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more, I'll dig the crudies
No longer, I'll be fooled
As sure as me name is canny
I'll be off to California
For instead of diggin' crudies
I'll be diggin' lumps of coal
how about the one and only,
Once again, Johnny McAvoy!
I want to stay with the great Irish
A great song written by the great Liam
It's a song called The Streets of New York.
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