[00:11.40]Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
[00:19.17]Me mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
[00:28.28]I stepped on board a vision and I followed with a will
[00:36.45]Till next I came to anchor at the cross of Spancill Hill
[00:46.33]It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair
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[00:57.23]When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there
[01:06.10]The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill
[01:14.41]At the parish church at Cluney a mile from Spancill Hill
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[01:25.93]I went to see me neighbors to see what they might say
[01:34.44]The old ones were all dead and gone, the young one's turning grey
[01:42.80]But I met with the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still
[01:51.13]Ah, he used to make me britches when I lived in Spancill Hill
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[02:37.91]I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
[02:46.56]She's as white as any lily, gentle as a dove
[02:55.68]And she threw her arms around me saying "Johnny I love you still"
[03:04.41]As she's Nell the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancill Hill
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[03:16.27]I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
[03:24.49]"Ah, Johnny you're only joking as many's the time before"“
[03:33.14]Then the cock, he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill
[03:41.92]I awoke in California, many miles from Spancill Hill.
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