Testo Curragh Of Kildare

Oh the winter it has passedAnd the summer's come at lastThe smal lbirds are singing in the treesAnd their little hearts are gladAh, but mine is very sadSince my true love is far away from meAnd straight I will repairTo the Curragh of KildareFor it's there I'll find tidings of my dearOh the rose upon the briarAnd the clouds that float so highBring joy to the linnet and the beeAnd their little hearts are blessedBut mine can now no restSince my true love is far away from meAll you who are in loveAye and cannot it removeI pity the pain that endureFor exerience lets me knowThat your hearts are filled with woeIt's a woe that no mortal can cure