Spancil Hill

Spancil Hill - The Dubliners

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 next I came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill

It being on the 23rd 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 fulfill

At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil

Hill

I went to see me neighbors, to see what they might say

The old ones were all dead and gone, the young one's

Turning grey

But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bould as ever

Still

Ah he used to make my breetches 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

And she threw her arms around me, saying Johnny, I

Love you still

Oh she's Nell 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 joking 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.