G                Em           C                D
The winter it is past and the summers come at last
                       Bm      Am     D
And the birds they are singing in the trees
      C                 G        Am           D
Their little hearts are glad but mine is very sad
         G          Am            D
For my true love is far away from me.

G                 Em            C             D
The rose upon the brier, by the water running clear
                 Bm             D
Gives joy to the linnet and the bee
      C                 G           Am             D
Their little hearts are blessed but mine is not at rest
       G             Am         D
For my true love is absent from me.

        C                 G           Am         D
And its straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
        G              Am            D
For its there Ill find tidings of my dear.

All you that are in love and cannot it remove
I pity the pains you endure,
For experience let me know, that your hearts are full of woe
And a woe that no mortal can endure.