Spancil Hill

One night as he lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by His mind being bent on rambling to lreland he did fly he stepped on a vision and he followed with the wind when at last he came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill Then on the 23rd of June the day before the fair When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there The young and the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill At the Parish Church in Clooney a mile from Spancil Hill He went to see his neighbours to see how they did fare The old ones were all dead and gone the young ones turning grey He met with tailor Quigley he's as funny as ever still Johnny used to patch his britches when he lived in Spancil Hill He paid a flying visit to his one and only love She's as gentle as a puppy and as pretty as a doll She threw her arms around me saying Johnny I love you still Sure she's Ned the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill He dreamt he held, he kissed her as many a time before Oh Johnny you're only joking as many a time before The cock he crowed in the morning he crowed both clear and shrill He awoke in California many miles from Spancil Hill