Spancill Hill
One night as he lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
His mind being bent on rambling to lreland he did fly
He stepped on a vision and he followed with the wind
When at last he came to anchor at the cross of Spancill Hill
Then on the 23rd of June the day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters and
Friends assembled there
The young and the old, the brave and
The bold cametheir dutie to fulfill
At the Parish Church in Clooney a mile from Spancill Hill
He went to see his neighbours to see how they did fare
The old ones were all dead and gone
The young ones turning grey
He met with tailor Quigley he's as funny as ever still
Johnny used to patch his britches
When he lived in Spancill Hill
He paid a flying visit to his one and only love
She's as gentle as a puppy and as pretty as a doll
She threw her arms around me saying
Johnny I love you still
Sure she's Ned the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancill Hill
He dreamt he held, he kissed her as many a time before
Oh Johnny you're only joking as many a time before
The cock he crowed in the morning he crowed
Both clear and shrill
He awoke in California many miles from Spancill Hill
His mind being bent on rambling to lreland he did fly
He stepped on a vision and he followed with the wind
When at last he came to anchor at the cross of Spancill Hill
Then on the 23rd of June the day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters and
Friends assembled there
The young and the old, the brave and
The bold cametheir dutie to fulfill
At the Parish Church in Clooney a mile from Spancill Hill
He went to see his neighbours to see how they did fare
The old ones were all dead and gone
The young ones turning grey
He met with tailor Quigley he's as funny as ever still
Johnny used to patch his britches
When he lived in Spancill Hill
He paid a flying visit to his one and only love
She's as gentle as a puppy and as pretty as a doll
She threw her arms around me saying
Johnny I love you still
Sure she's Ned the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancill Hill
He dreamt he held, he kissed her as many a time before
Oh Johnny you're only joking as many a time before
The cock he crowed in the morning he crowed
Both clear and shrill
He awoke in California many miles from Spancill Hill
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Writer(s): Trad, Hazel O Connor, Martin Rushent
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