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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
And their little hearts are glad, but mine is very sad
For my true love is far away from me

Ref.
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find 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
Their little hearts are blessed, but mine can know no rest
Since my true love is far away from me

Ref...

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

Ref...

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