The Curragh of Kildare

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This example of "The Curragh of Kildare" is performed by Mary Smith
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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 

And straight I will repair 
To the Curragh of Kildare 
For it's there I'll finds 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 know 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 you endure 
For experience lets me know 
That your hearts are filled with woe 
It's a woe that no mortal can cure