When browsing through DT, I was surprised to find that the entry contained 2 songs from the Stewball, Skewball, Molly and Tenbrooks family, but not the song that goes by that specific name.

CURRAGH OF KILDARE

The winter it is past
And the summer's come at last
The birds they are singing in the trees
Their little hearts are glad
But mine is very sad
For my true love is far away from me

And straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear

The roses on the briar
By the waters running clear
Bring joy to the linnet and the bee
Their little hearts are blessed
But mine can find no rest
For my true love is far away from me

A livery I'll wear
And I'll comb back my hair
In velvet so green I will appear
And straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear

All you who are in love
And cannot it remove
I pity the pain that you endure
For experience lets me know
That your hearts are full of woe
A woe that no mortal can cure

Traditional Irish.

Source: From the singing of Paul Lawler Darwin, Australia late 1970s. Paul learned his version in Irish clubs. Similar versions have been recorded by the Johnstons and Christy Moore.