Spancil Hill Lyrics

SPANCIL HILL

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the
wind
And I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spancil
Hill

It being the 23rd June the day before the fair
When lreland's sons and daughters in crowds assembled
there
The young and the old, the brave and the bold their
journey to fulfill
There were jovial conversations at the fair of Spancil
Hill

I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone and the young one's
turning grey I met with the tailor Quigley, he's a bould as ever
still
Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in
Spancil Hill

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily and as gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny I love you
still
" Oh she's Ned the farmers daughter and the flower of
Spancil HiII

I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
She said, "Johnny you're only joking like many's the
time before"
The cock he crew in the morning he crew both loud and
shrill
And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil
Hill.

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