Remember this one?Sure I'm sick and tired of workingThe more I'll dig the prettiesThe longer I'll be fullSure as my name is CarneyI'll be off to CaliforniaWhere instead of digging prettiesI'll be digging lumps of goldI've cooted girls in BlarneyIn Cantercombe and KillarneyIn Passage and in QueenstownThat is the cove of CorkGoodbye to all this pleasureBut I'm going to take me leisureAnd the next that you will hear from meIs a letter from New YorkSo goodbye Morsheim, Tork and ShrineI'm sick and tired of workingThe more I'll dig the prettiesThe longer I'll be fullSure as my name is CarneyI'll be off to CaliforniaWhere instead of digging prettiesI'll be digging lumps of goldGoodbye to all the boys at homeI'm sailing far across the foamTo try and make me fortuneIn Far AmericaThere's gold and money plentyFor the poor and for the gentryAnd when I come back againI never more will sayGoodbye Morsheim, Tork and ShrineI'm sick and tired of workingThe more I'll dig the prettiesThe longer I'll be fullSure as my name is CarneyI'll be off to CaliforniaWhere instead of digging prettiesI'll be digging lumps of goldDo-di-li-do-di-li-de-de-day-naDe-di-de-de-de-de-de-day-naDe-di-de-de-de-de-de-de-da-naDe-di-de-de-de-de-da-naThank you. Good night. God bless.Thank you very much.