Robert BurnsChorus:
And it's straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear
Ah 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, ah but mine is very
sad
Since my true love is far away from me
The rose upon the briar and the waters
running deep
Bring joy to the linnet and the bee
Their little hearts are blest, ah but mine can
know no rest
Since my true love is far away from me
For those who are in love and cannot
be denied
I pity the pains that you do endure
For experience lets me know that your hearts are
full of woe
A woe that no mortal can cure
A livery I'll wear, ah and I'll tie
back my hair
And in velvet so green I will appear
And it's straight I will repair to the Curragh of
Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear
As sung by Noel Murphy