Curragh of Kildare (1990)
SPICELAND Emmet
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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
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 by the water running clear
Brings joy to the linnet and the bee
Their little hearts are blessed, but mine is not at rest
For my true love is absent from me
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
Oh 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
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear