The Curragh of Kildare – lyrics and chords

The lyrics to the Curragh of Kildare are about a man dreaming about his love but saddened because he is no longer with her. The chords are presented here in the key of G major. Use our chord converter to play the song in other keys.

 
G 
The winter it is  
Em 
past and the  
C 
summer’s come at  
D 
last
 
And the small birds they  
 
sing on  
Am 
every 
 
 
D 
tree;
 
Their  
C 
little hearts are  
G 
glad but  
Am 
mine is very  
D 
sad
 
Since my  
G 
true love is  
Am 
far away from  
D 
me.

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The rose upon the brier, by the water running clear
Gives joy to the linnet and the bee;
Their little hearts are blessed but mine is not at rest
While my true love is absent 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.

I’ll wear a cap of black, with a frill around my neck
Gold rings on my fingers I wear;
It’s this I undertake, for my true lover’s sake
He resides at the Curragh of Kildare.

I would not think it strange, thus the world for me to range
If I got tidings of my dear,
But here in Cupid’s chain, if I’m bound to remain
I would spend my whole life in despair.

My love is like the sun, that in the firmament does run
And always proves constant and true,
But he is like the moon, that wanders up and down
And every month is new.

All you that are in love and cannot it remove
I pity the pains you endure,
For experience let me know, that your hearts are full of woe
And a woe that no mortal can cure.

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[G]The winter it is [Em]past and the [C]summer’s come at [D]last
And the small birds they [(Bm)]sing on [Am]every [D]tree;
Their [C]little hearts are [G]glad but [Am]mine is very [D]sad
Since my [G]true love is [Am]far away from [D]me.

The rose upon the brier, by the water running clear
Gives joy to the linnet and the bee;
Their little hearts are blessed but mine is not at rest
While my true love is absent 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.

I’ll wear a cap of black, with a frill around my neck
Gold rings on my fingers I wear;
It’s this I undertake, for my true lover’s sake
He resides at the Curragh of Kildare.

I would not think it strange, thus the world for me to range
If I got tidings of my dear,
But here in Cupid’s chain, if I’m bound to remain
I would spend my whole life in despair.

My love is like the sun, that in the firmament does run
And always proves constant and true,
But he is like the moon, that wanders up and down
And every month is new.

All you that are in love and cannot it remove
I pity the pains you endure,
For experience let me know, that your hearts are full of woe
And a woe that no mortal can cure.

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