CURRAGH OF KILDARE
(traditional, from the Christy Moore recording)

The winter it is past
And the summer's come at last
And 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

The rose upon the briar
By the water running clear
Gives joy to the linnet and the bee
Their little hearts are blessed
But mine is not at rest (???)
For my true love is absent from me

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

All you that are in love
And cannot it remove
I pity the pains that you endure
For experience lets me know
That your hearts are full of woe
And a woe that no mortal can cure
CHORUS (twice)

My transcription of the Christy Moore recording is based on an internet lyrics post that gives this attribution: Songwriters: Christy Moore / Dominic Behan / Harold Shampan
Christy Moore [somehow, I don't believe the songwriter attribution, but maybe the chorus comes from Christy Moore?].

Recording by The Johnstons: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTphmT2w87E

Christy Moore Recording: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSUwjmaqy4c

Wikipedia Entry: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Curragh_of_Kildare