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The winter it has passed

And the summer’s come at last

And the birds, they are singing in the trees

Their little hearts are glad

Ah, but mine is very sad

For my true love is far away from me

The rose upon the briar

By the water running clear

Givess joy to the linnet and the bee

Their little hearts are blessed

But mine, it’s not at rest

For my true love is absent from me

And it’s straight I will repair

To the Curragh of Kildare

For it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear

All you that are in love

And and cannot it remove

I pity the pains that you endure

For experience lets me know

That your hearts are full with woe

And a woe that no mortal can endure

And it’s straight I will repair

To the Curragh of Kildare

For it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear

Straight I will repair

To the Curragh of Kildare

For it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear

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