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Aisling Lyrics


See the moon is once more rising
Above our our land of black and green
Hear the rebels voice is calling
I shall not die, though you bury meHear the aunt in bed a dying
Where is my Johnny?
Faded pictures in the hallway
Which one of these brown ghosts is he?Fare thee well my black haired diamond
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me
'Till I come back home againAnd the wind it blows, to the north and south
And blows to the east and west
I'll be just like that wind my love
For I will have no rest, 'til I return to theeBless 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 nowOne, two, three, four telephone poles
Give me a drink of poitin'
Madness from the mountains crawling

When I first met you my own AislingFare thee well my black haired diamond
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me
Till I come back home againFare thee well my black haired diamond
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me
Till I come back home again

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Irish choral music has little history before the latter part of the twentieth century. This is somewhat understandable for a country often subjugated, but with such a strong indigenous musical identity of its own. In 1987 Dublin composer Michael McGlynn founded ANÚNA, Ireland's National Choir. Much of the group's repertoire explores the relationship between traditional choral ideas in combination with the musical heritage of McGlynn's native land.

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