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Aisling ukulele

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Am

 C                       
See the bright new moon is rising,
 F                  C       G
Above the land of black and green
 C             
Hear the rebels voices calling,
    F       C              G   C
I will not die 'till you bury me

      C                   F            C
The aunt upstairs in the bed she is calling,
  F            C    G  
Why has he forsaken me
   C            F        C
Faded pictures in the hallway,
   F           C           G       C
Which one of them brown ghosts is he

  C                    
Bless the wind that shakes the barley,
  F                   C         G
Curse the spade and curse the plough
  C                      F        C
I've counted years and weeks and days,
        F      C          G       C
And I wish to God I was with you now

 C                   F             
Fare thee well me black-haired diamond,
 C                       G
Fare thee well me own Aisling
 C         F             C          F
At night fond dreams of you still haunt me,
 C     F          G        C
Far across the grey north sea
        
         F                      G
And the wind it blows from the North and South,
 F                       G
To the East And to the West
   F                 G
I will be like the wind my love,
   F                 Am    C      F     G   C
For I will know no rest 'till I return to thee

Am           
1, 2, 3 telegraph poles,
    F             G          Am
Standing on the cold black road
The night is fading into morning,
 F                        G    Am
Give us a drop of your sweet poitin

      Am
The rain was lashing - the sun was rising,
      F                  G         Am
The wind was howling through the trees
The madness from the mountains crawling,
      F          G             Am
When I saw you first my own Aisling

  C                    
Bless the wind that shakes the barley,
  F                   C         G
Curse the spade and curse the plough
  C                      F        C
I've counted years and weeks and days,
        F      C          G       C
And I wish to God I was with you now

 C                   F             
Fare thee well me black-haired diamond,
 C                       G
Fare thee well me own Aisling
 C         F             C          F
At night fond dreams of you still haunt me,
 C     F          G        C
Far across the grey north sea

Lots of Love,

Bart

            
            
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