Spancil Hill
Phil Coulter
[00:32.11]Last night as I lay dreaming
[00:36.56]of pleasant days gone by,
[00:41.49]My mind being bent on rambling
[00:45.89]to Ireland I did fly,
[00:50.68]I stepped on board a vision
[00:54.97]and followed with the wind,
[00:59.85]Till next I came to anchor
[01:04.03]at the cross near Spancill Hill.
[01:12.02]IT'was on the 23rd June
[01:16.28]the day before the fair,
[01:20.90]When lreland's sons and daughters and friends
[01:25.62]assembled there,
[01:29.88]The young ,the old, the brave, the bold
[01:34.70]came their duty to fill,
[01:38.86]At the parish church at Cluney
[01:43.35]just a mile from Spancill Hill.
[01:50.49]I went to see my neighbors to hear
[01:55.34]what they might say,
[01:59.33]The old ones were all dead and gone
[02:04.05]the young one's turning grey,
[02:09.31]I met the tailor Quigley,
[02:13.30]he's bold as ever still,
[02:17.76]Sure he used to mend my britches when
[02:22.43]I lived at Spancill Hill.
[02:29.60]I paid a flying visit to
[02:33.75]my first and only love,
[02:38.22]She's fair as any lily
[02:42.63]and gentle as a dove,
[02:47.28]She threw her arms around me
[02:51.83]saying "Johnny I love you still",
[02:56.27]She was Meg the farmers daughter
[03:00.57]and the pride of Spancill Hill.
[03:13.57]She was Meg the farmers daughter
[03:21.26]and the pride of Spancill Hill.