The winter it is past and the summer's come at last
And small birds they are singing in the trees
Their little hearts are glad, but mine is very sad
Since my true love she 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 And
the rose upon the briar and the water is running clear
It brings joy to the linnet and the deer Oh
their little hearts are blessed, but mine know no rest
For 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 A
livery I will 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 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 some frills around my neck
Golden rings on my fingers I will wear Oh yes,
this I'll undertake for my own true lover's sake
For she lives in the Curragh of Kildare And
straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear
Oh, you who are in love and cannot it remove
I pity the pain you do endure
For experience lets me know that your hearts are full of woe
Yes, a woe that no other can cure
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear
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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