Spancil Hill #1
- (Trad)
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by,
Delighted by the novelty, enchanted by the scene
Being on the twenty-third of June, the day before the fair,
I went to see my neighbours, to hear what they might say,
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love,
I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
Me mind bein´bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly,
Where in my early boyhood so often I had been
When Ireland's sons and daughters in crowds assembled there
The old ones were all dead and gone, and the young ones turning grey
She's as fair as any lily and gentle as a dove
She said "Johnny you're only joking, as many´s the time before"
I stepped on board a vision and followed with the will,
I thought I heard a murmur and I think I hear it still,
The young, the old, the brave and the bold, their duty to fulfill,
I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still,
She threw her arms around me, saying "Johnny, I love you still"
The cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill,
When next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancil Hill.
It's that little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill.
At the parish church of Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill.
Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill.
Ah she's Nell, the farmer's daughter, the pride of Spancil Hill
I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.
Spancil Hill #2
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(Michael Considine)
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with a will
Till first I came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill
'Twas 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 their duties to fulfil
At the parish church in Clooney a mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see some neighbours to hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone the young ones turning grey
I met with Sandy Daly 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 white as any lily and as gentle as a dove
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
I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
Ah Johnny you're only joking like many's a time before
When the cock he crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California many miles from Spancil Hill
(as sung by The Sands Family)
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