THE CURRAGH OF KILDARE

 

Oh the Winter it is passed, and the Summer's come at last
And the small birds are singing in the trees.
Their little hearts are glad but mine is very sad
For me true love is far away from me.

All you that are in love and cannot it remove
I pity all the pain that you endure
For experience let me know that your heart is full of woe
It's a woe that no mortal can endure.
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of me dear.

A livery I will wear and I'll comb back me 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 me dear.

Note: this song is included in the Joyce Collection. The music nad lyrics were written around 1852. They were got from Kate Ludmore of Limerick.