| Oh the winter it has passed
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| And the summer’s here with last
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| The small birds are singing in the trees
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| Their little hearts are glad
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| Mine is very sad
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| For my true love is far away from me
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| The rose upon the briar
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| And the water running clear
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| Then the enchantment
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| To the linnet and the bee
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| Their little hearts are blessed
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| Oh but mine can know no rest
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| For my true love is far away from me
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| Oh it’s straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
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| Because it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear
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| A livery I will wear and I’ll comb back my hair
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| (Yes, he will, Yes, he will)
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| And in velvet shades of green I will appear
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| Oh this I want to take for my own true lover’s sake
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| Oh it’s straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
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| Because it’s there, I’ll find tidings of my dear
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| All you who are in love
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| (yeah, that’s me)
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| But cannot it remove
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| (that's me too)
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| I pity the pain (yeah) that you endure
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| (you gotta experience)
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| For experience lets me know (ohh)
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| That your hearts are full of woe (Hearts are full of woe aw)
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| (I've got this pain)
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| And the pain no mortal can endure
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| Oh it’s straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare huh
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| Because it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear (nobody said)
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| And this tree I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
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| I’ve got to go, I’ve got to find tidings of my dear |