The Curragh of KildareAnd the birds they are singing in the trees Their little hearts are glad and mine is very sad For my true love is far away from me 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 Instrumental Verse All you that are in love and cannot it remove I pity the pains that you endure For experience lets me know that your heart is 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 |