Spancil Hill Testo

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 Spancil Hill.
Delighted by the novelty, enchanted with the scene
Where in my early boyhood where 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 near Spancil Hill.
To amuse a passing fancy I lay down on the ground
And all my school companions they shortly gathered around
When we were home returning we danced with bright goodwill
To Martin Moynahan's music at the cross at Spancil Hill.
It was on the twenty-fourth at June the day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and doughters and firends assembled there
The young, the old, the brave and the hold came their duty to fulfill
At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil 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 as bold as ever still
For he used to make me britches when I lived at Spancil Hill.
I paid a flying visit to my first and only Love
She's a fair as any lily and gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me, crying Johnny I low ou still
She was a farmer's daughter, the pride af Spancil 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 time before
The cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill
And I woke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.