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The Curragh of Kildare

by Finbar & Eddie Furey

on The Best Of Finbar & Eddie Furey (1991), The Collection (1987)

The winter it has passed
And the summer's come at last
And the small birds they're singing in the trees
And their little hearts are glad
Ah, but mine is very sad
Since my true love she's far away from me

Oh, 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
And the water's running clear
It brings joy to the linnet and the bee
Oh, their little hearts are blessed
But mine can know no rest
Since my true love she's far away from me

Oh, 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
Oh, and I'll comb back my hair
And in velvet so green I will appear
Oh, and straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear

Oh, and straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear

I'll wear a cap of black
With some frills around my neck
Golden rings on my fingers I will wear
Yes, this I'll undertake
For my own true lover's sake
For she lives in the Curragh of Kildare

Oh, 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
Oh, and cannot it remove
I pity the pain that you endure
For experience lets me know
That your hearts are full with woe
Yes, a woe that no mortal can cure

Oh, and straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear

Oh, and straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear