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Susannes Folksong-Notizen English Notes
Aisling
See the bright new moon is rising above the land of
black and green The aunt upstairs in the bed she is calling, Why has
he forsaken me Bless the wind that shakes the barley, curse the spade
and curse the plough Fare thee well, my black-haired diamond, fare thee
well, my own Aisling And the wind it blows One two three four telegraph poles standing on the
cold black road The rain was lashing, the sun was rising, the wind was
whipping through the trees Bless the wind that shakes the barley, curse the spade
and curse the plough Fare thee well, my black-haired diamond, fare thee
well, my own Aisling (as sung by Christy Moore) |
Susannes Folksong-Notizen
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