Biography:
The Dubliners was an Irish folk band founded in Dublin, Ireland, in 1962. One of the most influential Irish acts of the 20th century, they celebrated 50 years together in 2012, making them Ireland's longest surviving musical act. Also in 2012, the BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards bestowed them with a Lifetime Achievement Award. The group announced their retirement in the autumn of 2012 following the death of founding member Barney McKenna (born 16 December 1939; died 5 April 2012).
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Other songs:
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- Lord Of The Dance
- Molly Malone
- Rocky Road To Dublin
- Sean South From Garryowen
- Tell Me Ma
- The Lark In The Morning
- Whiskey In The Jar
- Carrickfergus
- All For Me Grog
- Auld Orange Flute
- Black Velvet Band
- Boston Burglar
- Bugger Off
- Building Up And Tearing England Down
- Bunch Of Red Roses
- Cavan Girl
- Cod Liver Oil
- Come And Join The British Army
- Darby Oleary
- Donegal Danny
- Dont Get Married
- Drink It Up Men
- Dublin In The Rare Old Times
- Eileen Og
- Fiddlers Green
- Finnegans Wake
- Foggy Dew
- Free The People
- Gartan Mothers Lullaby
- Go To Sea No More
- God Save Ireland
- Golden Jubilee
- Grace
- Hand Me Down My Bible
- Hot Asphalt
- I Wish I Had Someone To Love Me
- I Wish I Was Back In Liverpool
- If You Ever Go To Dublin Town
- Ill Tell Me Ma
- Im A Rover
- James Larkin
- Joe Hill
- Kelly The Boy From Killane
- Leaving Of Liverpool
- Lock Up Your Daughters
- Maids When Youre Young
- Marino Waltz
- Master Mc Grath
- Mcalpines Fusiliers
- Molly Maguires
- Monto
- Muirsheen Durkin
- Nelsons Farewell
- Nora
- Oh I Loved The Ground
- On Raglan Road
- Parcel Of Rogues
- Peggy Gordon
- Poor Paddy On The Railway
- Quare Bungle Rye
- Raglan Road
- Ragmans Ball
- Rare Old Mountain Dew
- Rising Of The Moon
- Roddy Mccorley
- Sally Mclennane
- Sam Hall
- Scorn Not His Simplicity
- Seven Deadly Sins
- Seven Drunken Nights
- Song For Ireland
- Springhill Mining Disaster
- Springhill Mining Disaster Luke Kelly Version
- The Bonny Shoals Of Herring
- The Dublin Fusiliers
- The Dundee Weaver
- The Ferryman
- The Fields Of Athenry
- The Glendalough Saint
- The Holy Ground
- The Irish Navy
- The Irish Rover
- The Last Thing On My Mind
- The Maid Of The Sweet Brown Knowe
- The Manchester Rambler
- The Molly Maguires
- The Night Visiting Song
- The Nightingale
- The Old Alarm Clock
- The Rare Old Times
- The Rose Of Allendale
- The Town I Loved So Well
- The Unquiet Grave
- The Wild Rover
- Tibby Dunbar
- Tramps And Hawkers
- When The Boys Come Rolling Home
- Whiskey On A Sunday
- Wild Rover
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This is exactly how the Dubliners play it, without a capo.
Basically the whole song just goes D A.
Intro (flutes): D A A D x4
VERSE I:
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D A
In the days I went a courtin',
A D
I was never tired resortin'.
D A
To an ale house or a playhouse,
A D
And many's the house besides
D A
But I told me brother Seamus,
A D
I'd go off and be right famous,
D A
And I never would return again,
A D
Until I roamed the worldwide.
CHORUS:
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D A
Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,
A D
Sure I'm sick and tired of workin'
D A
No more I'll dig for praties,
A D
And no longer I'll be fooled
D A
As sure as me name is Carney,
A D
I'll be off to Californy
D A
Where instead of digging praties,
A D
I'll be digging lumps of gold.
Inst. (flutes): D A A D x1
VERSE II:
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D A
I've courted girls in Blarney,
A D
in Kanturk and in Killarney
A
In passage and in Queenstown,
A D
that is the Cobh of Cork.
D A
Goodbye to all this pleasure,
A D
I'll be off to take me leisure
D A
And the next time that you'll hear from me,
A D
will be a letter from New York.
CHORUS:
-------
D A
Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,
A D
I'm sick and tired of workin'
A
No more I'll dig for praties,
A D
And no longer I'll be fooled
A
As sure as me name is Carney,
A D
I'll be off to Californy
A
Where instead of digging praties,
A D
I'll be digging lumps of gold.
VERSE III:
----------
D A
Goodbye to the girls at home,
A D
I'm going far across the foam.
D A
To try and make me fortune,
A D
in far Amerikay.
D A
There's gold and jewels and plenty,
A A
For the poor and for the gentry
D A
And when I return again,
A D
I never more will say:
CHORUS:
-------
D A
Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,
A D
Sure I'm sick and tired of workin'
D A
No more I'll dig for praties,
A D
And no longer I'll be fooled
D A
As sure as me name is Carney,
A D
I'll be off to Californy
D A
Where instead of digging praties,
A D
I'll be digging lumps of gold.
Inst.: D A A D to fadeout.
Basically the whole song just goes D A.
Intro (flutes): D A A D x4
VERSE I:
--------
D A
In the days I went a courtin',
A D
I was never tired resortin'.
D A
To an ale house or a playhouse,
A D
And many's the house besides
D A
But I told me brother Seamus,
A D
I'd go off and be right famous,
D A
And I never would return again,
A D
Until I roamed the worldwide.
CHORUS:
-------
D A
Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,
A D
Sure I'm sick and tired of workin'
D A
No more I'll dig for praties,
A D
And no longer I'll be fooled
D A
As sure as me name is Carney,
A D
I'll be off to Californy
D A
Where instead of digging praties,
A D
I'll be digging lumps of gold.
Inst. (flutes): D A A D x1
VERSE II:
---------
D A
I've courted girls in Blarney,
A D
in Kanturk and in Killarney
A
In passage and in Queenstown,
A D
that is the Cobh of Cork.
D A
Goodbye to all this pleasure,
A D
I'll be off to take me leisure
D A
And the next time that you'll hear from me,
A D
will be a letter from New York.
CHORUS:
-------
D A
Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,
A D
I'm sick and tired of workin'
A
No more I'll dig for praties,
A D
And no longer I'll be fooled
A
As sure as me name is Carney,
A D
I'll be off to Californy
A
Where instead of digging praties,
A D
I'll be digging lumps of gold.
VERSE III:
----------
D A
Goodbye to the girls at home,
A D
I'm going far across the foam.
D A
To try and make me fortune,
A D
in far Amerikay.
D A
There's gold and jewels and plenty,
A A
For the poor and for the gentry
D A
And when I return again,
A D
I never more will say:
CHORUS:
-------
D A
Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,
A D
Sure I'm sick and tired of workin'
D A
No more I'll dig for praties,
A D
And no longer I'll be fooled
D A
As sure as me name is Carney,
A D
I'll be off to Californy
D A
Where instead of digging praties,
A D
I'll be digging lumps of gold.
Inst.: D A A D to fadeout.
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