C F G
The winter it has passed and the summer's come at last,
G7 C G
and the birds they are singing in the trees.
G C F G
And their little hearts are glad, but mine is very sad,
C F G
for my true love is far away from me.
C F G
The rose upon the briar by the water's running clear
G7 C G
gives joy to the linnet and the bee.
G C F G
Their little hearts are blessed, but mine, it’s not addressed,
C F G
for my true love is absent from me.
G7 C F G
And it’s straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare,
C F G
for it's there I'll find tidings of my dear.
C F G
All you that are in love and cannot it remove,
G7 C G
I pity the pains that you endure.
G C F G
For experience lets me know that your hearts are full of woe,
C F G
and a woe that no mortal can endure.
G7 C F G
And it’s straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare,
C F G
for it's there I'll find tidings of my dear.
G7 C F G
And it’s straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare,
C F G
for it's there I'll find tidings of my dear.