CURRAGH OF KILDARE
(Traditional, from the Johnstons)

The winter it is past
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

CHORUS:
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
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

All you that are in love
And cannot it remove
I pity the pains that you endure
For experience lets me know
That your hearts are full of woe
A woe that no mortal can cure


Transcribed from this recording by The Johnstons (date unknown): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTphmT2w87E