Curragh of Kildare

Chuck, Charles
You have been eighty-sixed
Take your stuff and go
Hey Chuck, Hey Chuck, Chuck
Put that away

The winter it has passed
And the summer's come at last
And the birds they are singing in the trees
Their little hearts are blessed
But mine is not at rest
For my true love is far away from me

The rose upon the briar
By the water running free
Gives joy to the linnet and the bee
Their little hearts are blessed
But mine is not at rest
For my true love is far away from me

A Livery I'll wear and I'll comb back my hair
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

One, two, three, six
Say goodbye to everyone
Say goodbye to everyone
It's there I'll find tidings of my dear
Say goodbye to everyone
Say goodbye to everyone
It's there I'll find tidings of my dear
Say goodbye to everyone
Say goodbye to everyone
It's there I'll find tidings of my dear
Say goodbye to everyone
Say goodbye to everyone
It's there I'll find tidings of my dear

You who 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
And a woe that no mortal can endure

And it's straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear

One, two, three, six
Say goodbye to everyone
Say goodbye to everyone
It's there I'll find tidings of my dear
Say goodbye to everyone
Say goodbye to everyone
It's there I'll find tidings of my dear
Say goodbye to everyone
Say goodbye to everyone
It's there I'll find tidings of my dear
Say goodbye to everyone
Say goodbye to everyone
It's there I'll find tidings of my dear
Yeah, woo hoo hoo

The winter it has passed
And the summer's come at last



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Writer(s): Traditional Song
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