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Oh the winter it is passed, and the summer's come at last, and the small birds are singing in the trees. Their little hearts are glad but mine is very sad for my true love is far away from me. |
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All you that are in love, and can not it remove I pity all the pain that you endure. For experience let me know thatyour hear if full of woe, it's a woe that no mortal can endure 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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A livery I'll wear and I'll comb back all 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. |
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