The only person I ever heard sing this song was Owen McBride. That was at the Philadelphia Folk Festival one year. I asked Owen for the song and he obliged. The problem was that he was rushing for a plane, so I rushed along with him and he sang the the song for while I attempted to remember it.<\/p>\n
Later, a friend from Boston, Deklund Hunt, put out a small song book that included the words to\u00a0the song. I used the words from the song book with what I could remember of Owen’s tune. I saw Owen a few years later and realized that the “folk process” goes on; my tune was not quite the same as his.<\/p>\n
Gordon Bok – 12 string guitar & vocal; Bob Stuart – vocal<\/p>\n
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Oh, the winter it has passed
\nAnd the summer’s come at last.
\nThe small birds are singing in the trees,
\nAnd their little hearts are glad,
\nAh, but mine is very sad,
\nSince my true love is far away from me.<\/p>\n
And straight I will repair<\/em> Oh, the rose upon the briar And straight I will\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n All you who are in love, And straight I will\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The only person I ever heard sing this song was Owen McBride. That was at the Philadelphia Folk Festival one year. I asked Owen for the song and he obliged. The problem was that he was rushing for a plane, … Continue reading
\nTo the Curragh of Kildare<\/em>
\nFor it’s there I’ll finds tidings of my dear<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAnd the clouds that float so high
\nBring joy to the linnet and the bee.
\nAnd their little hearts are blessed,
\nAh, but mine can know no rest,
\nSince my true love is far away from me.<\/p>\n
\nAye, and cannot it remove,
\nI pity the pain that you endure.
\nFor experience lets me know
\nThat your hearts are full with woe.
\nIt’s a woe that no mortal can cure.<\/p>\n