Spancil Hill

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on ramblin' to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with a will
Till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancil Hill

It was on the twenty-third of June, the day before the fair
When lreland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there
The young, the old, the brave and the bold, came their duty to fulfil
At the parish church at Clooney, just a mile from Spancil Hill

I went to see my neighbours , to hear what they might say
The old ones were 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 mend my britches when I lived at 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 sayin' "Oh Johnny I love you still"
She was Meg the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill