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The Curragh of Kildaire - Cherish The Ladies

The winter is past

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

Since my true love is far away from me

The rose upon the briar like the water running clear

Gives joy to the linnet and the bee

Their little hearts are blessed

But mine is not at rest

Since my true love is far away from me

For straight

I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare

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 of green I will appear

For straight

I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare

It's there I'll find tidings of my dear

You that are in love and cannot it remove

I pity the pain that you endure

For experience lets me know

That your hearts are full of woe

A woe that no mortal can cure

For straight

I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare

It's there I'll find tidings of my dear

For straight

I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare

It's there I'll find tidings of my dear