Spancill Hill

Song Spancill Hill
Artist Cruachan
Album Folk-Lore

Lyrics

Last night as
I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by,
Me mind been bent on rambling, to
Ireland I did fly,
I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will
Till next
I came to anchor at the cross near
Spancill Hill.
Delighted by the novelty, enchanted with the scene,
Where in me early boyhood - often
I had been,
I thought
I heard a murmur and
I think I hear it still
It's the little stream of water that flows down
Spancill Hill.
To amuse a passing fancy
I lay down on the ground,
And all my school companions they shortly gathered round
When we were home returning we danced with bright goodwill,
To Martin
Moynahan's music at the cross at
Spancill Hill.
It was on the 24th of
June, the day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters and all assembled there,
The young, the old, the brave, the bold came their duty to fulfil,
At the little church in
Clooney, a mile from
Spancill Hill.
I went to see my neighbours to see what they might say,
The old ones they were dead and gone, the young ones turning grey,
I met the tailor
Quigley, he was bold as ever still, sure he used to make my britches when
I lived at
Spancill Hill.
I paid a flying visit to me first and only love,
She's as fair as any lilly and gentle as a dove,
She threw her arms around me crying "Johnny I love you still",
She was a farmer's daughter, the pride of
Spancill Hill.
Well I dreamt
I hugged and kissed her as in the days of yore
She said "Johnny you're only joking" as many the times before,
The cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill
And I awoke in
California, many miles from
Spancill Hill.