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The Curragh of Kildare
as sung by

Christy Moore

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

And straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear.

Oh the rose upon the briar
And the clouds that float so high
Bring joy to the linnet and the bee
And their little hearts are blessed
But mine can know no rest
Since my true love is far away from me.

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
Aye and cannot it remove
I pity the pain that you endure
For experience lets me know
That your hearts are filled with woe
It's a woe that no mortal can cure.

And straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear.


The 
Curragh 
of 
Kildare
 
as sung by local man  
Christy Moore.


Local man Christy Moore (4991 bytes)