X:177
T:Curragh of Kildare, The
T:Winter Is Past, The
R:song
C:Words by Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scotland
D:The Johnstons
D:Finbar & Errie Furey
D:Christy Moore
Z:id:hn-song-177
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=60
K:G
D | D>D DE | G2 cB | A>G (E/D/)C | D3
(F/G/) | A2 Bc | d>d (c/B/)(G/B/) | A3
(A/B/) | cA Bc | d3 c/B/ | A>G (E/D/)C | D2
DE | G2 cB | A>G (E/D/)C | D3 ||
(A/B/) | cA Bc | d3 c/B/ | A>G (E/D/)C | D2
DE | G2 cB | A>G (E/D/)C | D3 ||
W:The winter it is passed, and the summer's come at last,
W:And the small birds are singing in the trees
W:And their little hearts are glad, ah, but mine is very sad,
W:Since my true love is far away from me.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
W:For it's there I'll finds tidings of my dear.
W:
W:The rose upon the briar, by the water's running clear,
W:Brings joy to the linnet and the bee,
W:And their little hearts are blessed, but mine can know no rest,
W:Since my true love is far away from me.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:A livery I'll wear, and I'll comb back my hair,
W:And in velvet so green I will appear,
W:And straight I will repair, to the Curragh of Kildare,
W:For its there I'll find tidings of my dear
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:I'll wear a cap of black with some frills around my neck
W:Golden rings on my fingers I will wear
W:Oh yes, this I'll undertake for my own true lover's sake
W:For she lives in the Curragh of Kildare
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:All you who are in love, aye, and cannot it remove,
W:I pity the pain that you endure,
W:For experience lets me know, that your hearts are full of woe,
W:It's a woe that no mortal can cure.
W:
W:Chorus