Spancil Hill

Last night as I lay dreamin' of pleasant days gone by
My mind been bent on ramblin' to Ireland it did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with a will
Til next I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill

As on the twenty third 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 Clooney a mile from Spancil Hill

So I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say
The old ones they were dead and gone and the young ones turnin' grey
But I met with Tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still
And he used to make me breeches when I lived in Spancil Hill

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

I dreamed I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
"Oh, Johnny, you're only dreamin' like so many the times before!"
The cock he crew in the mornin' he crewed both loud and shrill
I awoke in California many miles from Spancil Hill

I awoke in California many miles from Spancil Hill