Spancil Hill Lyrics

Spancil Hill lyrics

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by 

 Me mind been bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly 

 I stepped on board a vision and I followed with a will 

 When next I came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill 

  

 Delighted by the novelty, enchanted by the scene 

 Where in my early boyhood so often I had been 

 I thought I heard a murmur and I think I hear it still 

 It´s the little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill 

  

 It bein´ on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair 

 When Ireland´s sons and daughters and friends assembled there 

 The yound, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill 

 At the parish church near Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill 

  

 I went to see me neighbours, to hear what they might say 

 The old ones where all dead and gone, the young ones turning grey 

 I met the tailor Quigley, he´s as bold as ever still 

 Sure he used to make me breeches when I lived in Spancil Hill 

  

 I payed a flying visit to me first and only love 

 She´s as white as any lily, she´s as gentle as a dove 

 She threw her arms around me, saying "Johnny, I love you still" 

 Ah, she´s Ned, the farmer´s daughter, the pride of Spancil Hill 

  

 I dreamed I held and kissed her as in the days of yore 

 She said "Oh Johnny, you´re only joking as many´s the time before" 

 The cock, he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill 

 I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill