curragh of kildare Songtext / Lyric

Oh the winter it has passed
And the summer's come at last
The smal lbirds 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 now no rest
Since my true love is far away from me
All you who are in love
Aye and cannot it remove
I pity the pain that endure
For exerience lets me know
That your hearts are filled with woe
It's a woe that no mortal can cure