Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
Me 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 Spancill Hill
It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair

When Ireland'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 at Cluney a mile from Spancill 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 with the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still
Ah, he used to make me britches when I lived in Spancill Hill

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily, gentle as a dove
And she threw her arms around me saying "Johnny I love you still"
As she's Nell the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancill 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 Spancill Hill.