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Oh the winter it has passed And the summer's come at last And 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 For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear A Livery I'll wear and I'll comb back my hair And in Velvet so green I will appear For I'm going far away ah but I'll return some day I'll return to the land that I hold dear And it's straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear Oh the rose upon the briar By the water running clear Brings joy to the linnet and the bee And their little hearts are blessed Letras de cancionesAh but mine can know no rest Since my true love is far away from me And it's straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear All you who are in love Aye and cannot it remove I pity all the pain that you endure For experience lets me know That your hearts are full of woe A woe that no mortal can cure And it's straight I will repair to the Curragh of Killdare For it's there I'll fond tidings of my dear And It's straight I will repair t the Curragh of Kildare For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear From Letras Mania