The Curragh of Kildare

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Oh, the winter has passed And the summer's come at last And the small birds are singing in the trees Oh, their little hearts are glad Ah, but mine is very sad For my true love is far away from me Her ribbons I'll wear And I'll comb back my hair In garlands of green I will appear And it's straight I will go there To the Curragh of Kildare For it's there that I'll find tidings of my dear Oh, the rose and the briar And the waters running clear Bring joy to the linnet and the bee Oh, their little hearts are glad Ah, but mine is very sad For my true love is far away from me 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 It's a woe that no mortal man can cure Oh, the winter has passed And the summer's come at last The small birds are singing in the trees Oh, their little hearts are glad Ah, but mine is very sad For my true love is far away from me
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