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Oh the winter it has passed
And the summer's come at last
The small birds are singing in the trees
And their little hearts are glad
Ah, but mine is very sad
Since my true love is far away from me
And straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear
Oh the rose upon the briar
And the clouds that float so high
Bring joy to the linnet and the bee
And their little hearts are blessed
But mine can know no rest
Since my true love is far away from me
And straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear
All you who are in love
Aye and cannot it remove
I pity the pain that you endure
For experience lets me know
That your hearts are filled with woe
It's a woe that no mortal can cure
And straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear |
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Of great importance in the history of Kildare is the Curragh, which is the training ground of the Irish army. The Curragh Racecourse is also known as the home of Irish racing. Its position as a military training ground extends back to ancient times when the legendary hero Fionn MacCumhall and the Fianna practised their skills there, while the Anglo-Normans also used it for military gatherings.
From the sixteenth century onwards armies encamped there and a temporary camp was established in 1805 during the Napoleonic wars. However it was not until 1855 that a permanent camp was established |
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