Curragh Of Kildare
TradThe winter it is passed
And the summer’s come at last
And the birds they are singing in the trees
Their little hearts are glad
But mine is very sad
For my true love is far away from me
And straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear
The rose upon the briar
By the water running free
Bring joy to the linnet and the bee
Their little hearts are blessed
But mine can know no rest
For my true love is far away from me
And straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear
A livery I’ll wear
And I will comb back my hair
And in velvet so green I will appear
And it’s straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
And it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear
All you who are in love
And cannot it remove
I pity the pain that you endure
For experience lets me know
That your hearts are full of woe
A woe that no mortal can cure
And straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear