The Curragh of Kildare - Irish Folk

The Curragh of Kildare.

Lyrics:
The winter it is past, and the summer's come at last.
and the small birds are singing in the trees;
Their little hearts are glad oh but mine is very sad,
for my true love is far away from me.

Oh and straight i will repair to the curragh of Kildare
For its there ill find tidings of my dear.

The rose upon the brier and the water running clear
It brings joy to the linnet and the bee.
Their little hearts are blessed, oh but mine can know no rest
for my true love is far away from me.

A livery I will wear and I'll comb back my hair
and in a velvet so green I will appear
Its this ill undertake for my own true lovers sake.
For she lives in the curragh of Kildare.

I'll wear a cap of black with a frill around my neck.
Golden rings on my fingers I will wear.
It's this I undertake for my own true lovers sake.
for she lives in the Curragh of Kildare.

All you who are in love and who and cannot it remove
oh I pity the pain you do endure
for experience lets me know that your hearts are full of woe
It's a woe that no other can cure

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