Curragh of Kildare
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1. The winter it has passed and the summer's come at last,
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and the birds they are
singing in the trees.
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And their little hearts are
glad, but mine is very sad,
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for
my true love is far away from me.
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2. The rose upon the briar by the water's running clear
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gives joy to the linnet
and the bee.
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Their little hearts are
blessed, but mine, it’s not addressed,
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for
my true love is absent from me.
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And it’s straight I will repair to the Curragh
of Kildare,
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for it's there I'll find tidings
of my dear.
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3. All you that are in love and cannot it remove,
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I pity the pains that you endure.
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For experience lets me know
that your hearts are full of woe,
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and a
woe that no mortal can endure.
+ CHORUS (2x)
(Christy Moore)