Curragh of Kildare

 

Curragh of Kildare

Oh the winter it has passed
and the summer’s come at last,
the small birds are singing in the trees.
And their little hearts are glad,
ah, but mine is very sad since 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.

Oh the rose upon the briar
and the clouds that float so high bring
joy to the linnet and the bee.
And their little hearts are blessed
but mine canknow no rest since 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.

All you who are in love
Aye and cannot it remove, I
pity the pain that you endure.
For experience lets me know
that your hearts are filled with woe it’s 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.