Curragh of Kildare |
Oh the winter it has passed And the summer's come at last The small birds 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. Chorus: And straight I will repair To the Curragh of Kildare For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear. | 2. 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 know no rest Since my true love is far away from me. Chorus:
3. All you who are in love |