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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