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Spancil Hill

Christy Moore

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

It being on the 23rd of June the day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters were all assembled there
The young and the old the brave and the bold their duties to fulfil
At the little church in Clooney a mile from Spancil Hill

I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone the young ones turning grey
I met with Taylor Quigley he's as bold 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 fair 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 ranger's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill

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