***Aisling - by Shane MacGowan
from the album "The Snake"

Aisling - as performed by Shane MacGowan and The Popes


(intro) [G,C,D] [G,D,G,] [G,C,D] [G,D,G] (same as verses)

G (320003@1)                                                C (x32010@1)       DSee (xx0232@1)the moon is once more rising Above our land of black and green
G (320003@1)                                                    D (xx0232@1)      GHear (320003@1)the rebels voice is calling "I shall not die tho' you bury me"
G (320003@1)                                        C (x32010@1) DHear (xx0232@1)the Aunt in bed a dying, "Where is my Johnny"
G (320003@1)                                                     D (xx0232@1)       GFaded (320003@1)pictures in the hallway, which one of these brown ghosts is he?

GFare (320003@1)thee well my black haired diamond
                  C (x32010@1) DFare (xx0232@1)thee well my own Aisling
GThoughts (320003@1)and dreams of you will haunt me
                 D (xx0232@1)  G'Til (320003@1)I come back home again

G,C,D, G,D,G X 1

        G (320003@1)                  CAnd (x32010@1)the wind it blows to the North and South
       G (320003@1)                   C/EAnd (x3111x@5)it blows to the East and West
         G (320003@1)              CAnd (x32010@1)I'll be just like the wind my love
    G (320003@1)            EmFor (022000@1)I will have no rest
     G (320003@1) C (x32010@1)  D (xx0232@1)G'Til (320003@1)I return to thee

G,C,D G,D,G X 2

And the wind it blows...

G,C,D G,D,G X 2

Bless the wind that shakes the barley, curse the spade and curse the plough
Waking in the morning early, I wish to Hell I was with you now
One, two, three telegraph poles, give me a drink of sweet poitin
Madness from the mountains crawling, when I first met you my own Aisling

Fare thee well... X 2

G,C,D G,D,G X 1

Fare thee well... X 2

G,C,D G,D,G X 2