By ex-Pogue Shane MacGowan. It's on his first (and so far, best) solo album with The Popes, The Snake (1994, reissued in 1995 with additional songs and new track order). This sounds a hell of a lot like "Rake at the Gates of Hell", a song Shane did with the Pogues back around 1987. The lyric is completely different, though, and it's interesting to compare the two.
The Snake is divided roughly half and half between punk and Poguesier traditionalish Irish material. There's a cover of "The Rising of the Moon", for God's sake. "Aisling" is one of the "Irish" songs; many of both are good. The Popes aren't the Pogues, of course. They're not as wild, colorful, and aggressive as the Pogues were. Still, it's a record worth owning.
"Aisling" seems to be pronounced like so: "ishling", with stress on second syllable.
See
the moon is once more rising
Above our land of black and green
Hear the
rebel's 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 hallway:
Which one of these
brown ghosts is he?
Fare thee well my
black-haired diamond
Fare thee well my own Aisling
Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me
'Til I come back home again.
And the wind it blows to the North and South
And it 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 thee.
Break
Repeat chorus
Bless the wind that shakes the barley
Curse the spade and curse the plough
Waken in the morning early
Wish to Hell I was with you now.
One two three telegraph poles
Give me a drink of sweet poitin
Madness from the mountains crawling
When I first met you my own Aisling.
Fare thee well my black-haired diamond
Fare thee well my own Aisling
Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me
'Til I come back home again.
Repeat twice