Christy Moore - Aisling

S^Cee the bright new moon is rising, A^Fbove the land of bl^Cack and ^Ggreen H^Cear the rebels voices calling, I wi^Fll not d^Cie 'till you bu^Gry m^Ce

The au^Cnt upstairs in the b^Fed she is cal^Cling, Wh^Fy has he fors^Caken ^Gme Fad^Ced pictures i^Fn the hal^Clway, Whi^Fch one of th^Cem brown gho^Gsts is h^Ce

Bl^Cess the wind that shakes the barley, Cu^Frse the spade and cu^Crse the pl^Gough I'^Cve counted years and we^Feks and d^Cays, And I wi^Fsh to G^Cod I was wi^Gth you n^Cow

F^Care thee well me bla^Fck-haired diamond, F^Care thee well me own Ais^Gling A^Ct night fo^Fnd dreams of y^Cou still ha^Funt me, F^Car acr^Foss the gre^Gy north s^Cea

And the w^Find it blows from the N^Gorth and South, T^Fo the East And to the We^Gst I w^Fill be like the wi^Gnd my love, For^F I will know no re^Amst 'ti^Cll I re^Fturn t^Go th^Cee

^Am1, 2, 3 telegraph poles, Stan^Fding on the co^Gld black ro^Amad The night is fading into morning, G^Five us a drop of your swe^Get po^Amitin

The ra^Amin was lashing - the sun was rising, The wi^Fnd was howling thro^Gugh the tr^Amees The madness from the mountains crawling, When I^F saw you fi^Grst my own Ais^Amling

Bl^Cess the wind that shakes the barley, Cu^Frse the spade and cu^Crse the pl^Gough I'^Cve counted years and we^Feks and d^Cays, And I wi^Fsh to G^Cod I was wi^Gth you n^Cow

F^Care thee well me bla^Fck-haired diamond, F^Care thee well me own Ais^Gling A^Ct night fo^Fnd dreams of y^Cou still ha^Funt me, F^Car acr^Foss the gre^Gy north s^Cea