The Curragh Of Kildare

The winter it has 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

Their little hearts are glad

But mine is very sad

For my true love is far away from me

A livery I'll wear and I'll comb back my hair

And in velvet so green I will appear

And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare

For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear

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 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

So straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare

For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear