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.