Spancil Hill lyrics

Last night as I lay dreamin'

Of pleasant days gone by

Me mind bein' bent on ramblin'

To Ireland I did fly

I stepped onboard a vision

And I followed with a will

'Til next I came to anchor at

The cross of Spancil Hill

It bein' on the twenty-third 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

They came their duty to fulfill

At the parish 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

But I met the tailor, Quigley

He's as bold as ever still

And he used to make me britches

When I lived in Spancil Hill

I paid a flying visit

To my first and only love

She's as white as any lily,

Gentle as a dove

And she threw her arms around me

Saying, Johnny I love you still

Ah she's Nel, the farmers daughter

And the pride of Spancil Hill

I dreamt I held and kissed her

As in the days of yore

Ah Johnny you're only jokin'

As many's the time before

Then cock crew in the mornin'

He crew both loud and shrill

I awoke in California

Many miles from Spancil Hill