Chords for Christy Moore - Aisling

This song is called Aisling.
Aisling is a woman's name, but it's also the Irish word for a dream.
And I was talking to Shane backstage in Finsbury Park some years ago, and he told me about this lyric, and he sent it over to me.
And I just started singing it. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Look at how the bright new moon is [F#] rising above the land of black [G#m] and green.
_ _ [C#] Listen to the rebel voices calling, I'll not die, though you bury me. _ _
The aunt upstairs in the bed she's calling, [F#] why is he [C#]
[G#] forsaking me?
_ _ [C#] Say the pictures in the hallway, which of them round us see?
_ _ _ [A#m]
Lest the wind that shakes the barley curse the spell and curse the plough.
_ I counted the years and the weeks and days, and I wish [D#] to God that I was with you [A#m] now.
_ [D#] _ [C#] Fare thee well, [F#] my blackheart darling, [C#] fare thee well, [G#] my Aisling. _ _
[C#] At night when dreams do you still haunt me, [G#] far across the [F#] greener sea.
_ [G#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] And the wind blows, _ [G#m] north and south, _ [F#]
to the east and to [G#m] the west.
_ _ [F#] _
_ I'll be like [G#m] the wind, my love, [F#] _
_ I will [G#m] know no rest [F#] until I _ [G#] return _ [C#] today.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A#m]
One, two, three, four, telegraph poles burning under cold black roads.
_ The night is bursting into morning, give us a [D#] drop of your sweet pot of [A#m] cheese.
_ The rain was lashing, the sun was rising, and the wind was [G#] whipping through the trees. _ _
The madness from the mountains crawling, when they saw you first, me own [A#m] Aisling.
_ _ [C#] Lest the wind that shakes the barley curse the spell and curse [G#m] the plough.
_ _ [C#] I counted the years and the weeks and days, and I wish to [G#] God that I was with you [C#] now. _ _
Fare thee well, my blackheart darling, fare thee well, [G#m] my Aisling.
_ At night when [C#] dreams do you still haunt me, far across the [F#] greener sea.
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[G#] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
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_ Eho [F#] aye, my graho, _ [G#m] my calinda sog, [C#] my Aisling gal, my Aisling gal, my [G#m] Aisling gal.
_ _ _ [F#] Good night my sweet black-haired [G#m] dream woman, _ _ [C#] good night Aisling, _ my darling Aisling gal.
_ _ _ And [D] fair play to you, Shane McGowan from Puccaughnan County Tipperary.
But you should know how to write them by, I tell you, nice [C#] one.
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