The Winter It Is Past O the winter it is past and the summer’s come at last The small 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 it’s straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare For it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear A livery I’ll wear and I’ll tie back my hair And in velvet so green I will appear And it’s straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare And 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 A pain that no mortal can cure And it’s straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare For it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear The rose upon the briar by the water running free 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 And it’s straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare For it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear