Curragh Of Kildare by Unknown
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
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