Spancill Hill

Last night as i lay dreaming of pleasent days gone by Me mind been bent on rambling to ireland i did fly I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will Till next i came to anchor at the cross near spancill hill. Delighted by the novelty, enchanted with the scene Where in me early boyhood where often i had been I thought i heard a murmer and i think i hear it still It's the little stream of water that flows down spancill hill. To amuse a passing fancy i lay down on the ground And all me school copanions they shortly gathered round When we were home returning we danced with bright goodwill To martin moynahan's music at the cross at spancill hill. It was on the twenty-forth of june, the day before the fair When ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill At the parish church in clooney, a mile from spancill hill. I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say The old ones they were dead and gone, the young ones turning grey I met the tailor quigley, he as bold as ever still For he used to make me britches when i lived at spancill hill. I paid a flying visit to me first and only love She's as fair as any lily and gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me, crying johnny i love you still She was a farmer's daughter, the pride of spancill hill. Well i dreamt i hugged and kissed her as in the day's of yore She said, johnny you're only joking as many the times before The cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill And i woke in california, many miles from spancill hill.