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See the moon is once more risingAbove our our land of black and greenHear the rebels voice is calling"I shall not die, though you bury me!"Hear the Aunt in bed a-dying"Where is my Johnny?"Faded pictures in the hallwayWhich one of these brown ghosts is he?Fare thee well my black haired diamondFare the well my own AislingThoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me'Till I come back home againAnd the wind it blowsTo the North and SouthAnd blows to the East and WestI'll be just like that wind my loveFor I will have no rest'Til I return to theeBless the wind that shakes the barleyCurse the spade and curse the ploughWaking in the morning earlyI wish to Hell I was with you nowOne, two, three, four telephone polesSongtexteGive me a drink of poitinMadness from the mountains crawlingWhen I first met you my own AislingFare thee well my black haired diamondFare the well my own AislingThoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me'Till I come back home againFare thee well my black haired diamondFare the well my own AislingThoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me'Till I come back home again Aus Songtexte Mania