Fairmount Hill Lyrics

	作曲 : Barr, Brennan, Casey ...
	Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
	My mind was bent on rambling, to Boston I did fly
	I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind
	When next I came to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill
	It was on the 23rd of June the day before the fair
	When Boston's sons and daughters and friends assemble there
	The young, the old, the brave and the bold came a duty to fulfill
	At the parish church of Thatcher, a mile from Fairmount Hill
	I went to see old friends there, and see what they might say
	The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray
	I met the broker Hills, he's as odd as ever still
	See I used to crash at his mother's house, when I hung on Fairmount 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 arm around me saying "Andy, I love ya still."
	Oh, she's one Miss Fayes O'Bailey, the pride of Fairmount Hill
	I dreamt I fought a violent war for the hand of this darling gal
	Against an angry, jealous foe by the name of Danny Gill
	The clock it rang in the morning, it rang both loud and shrill
	When I awoke in California, many miles from Fairmount Hill

	zuo qu : Barr, Brennan, Casey ...
	Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
	My mind was bent on rambling, to Boston I did fly
	I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind
	When next I came to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill
	It was on the 23rd of June the day before the fair
	When Boston' s sons and daughters and friends assemble there
	The young, the old, the brave and the bold came a duty to fulfill
	At the parish church of Thatcher, a mile from Fairmount Hill
	I went to see old friends there, and see what they might say
	The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray
	I met the broker Hills, he' s as odd as ever still
	See I used to crash at his mother' s house, when I hung on Fairmount 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 arm around me saying " Andy, I love ya still."
	Oh, she' s one Miss Fayes O' Bailey, the pride of Fairmount Hill
	I dreamt I fought a violent war for the hand of this darling gal
	Against an angry, jealous foe by the name of Danny Gill
	The clock it rang in the morning, it rang both loud and shrill
	When I awoke in California, many miles from Fairmount Hill

	zuò qǔ : Barr, Brennan, Casey ...
	Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
	My mind was bent on rambling, to Boston I did fly
	I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind
	When next I came to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill
	It was on the 23rd of June the day before the fair
	When Boston' s sons and daughters and friends assemble there
	The young, the old, the brave and the bold came a duty to fulfill
	At the parish church of Thatcher, a mile from Fairmount Hill
	I went to see old friends there, and see what they might say
	The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray
	I met the broker Hills, he' s as odd as ever still
	See I used to crash at his mother' s house, when I hung on Fairmount 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 arm around me saying " Andy, I love ya still."
	Oh, she' s one Miss Fayes O' Bailey, the pride of Fairmount Hill
	I dreamt I fought a violent war for the hand of this darling gal
	Against an angry, jealous foe by the name of Danny Gill
	The clock it rang in the morning, it rang both loud and shrill
	When I awoke in California, many miles from Fairmount Hill

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