Spancil Hill

Spancil Hill - Brogue/Paddy O'Gorman

Last night as I lay dreamin'

Of pleasant days gone by

Me mind bein' bent on rambelin'

To Ireland's isle did fly

I stepped on board a vision

And I followed with her will

'Til I shortly came to anchor

At the cross near Spancil Hill

It on the twenty third of June

The day before the fair

When Ireland's sons and

Daughters and core assembled there

The young the old the brave and the bold

Came there duty to fulfill

At the parish church in Clooney

A mile from Spancil Hill

I went to see my neighbors

To see What they might say

The old ones were all dead and gone

The young ones turning gray

I met the tailor Quigley

He's as bold as ever still

Ah he used to mend me britches

When I lived in Spancil Hill

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love

She's as fire any lily gentle as a dove

She threw her arms around me saying

Johnny I love you still

As she's Nell the enger daughter

And the pride of Spancil Hill

I dreamt I held and kissed her

As in the days of yore

I've Johnny you're only jokin'

As many's the time before

Then the cock he crew in the morning

He crew both loud and shrill

I awoke in California

Many miles from Spancil Hill

I awoke in California

Many miles from Spancil Hill