Spancil Hill

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
Til next I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill
It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair
When Irelands 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 in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see me neighbors, to see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray
But I met the tailor Quigley, hes as bold as ever still
Ah, he used to mend me britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
Shes as white as any lily, gentle as a dove
And she threw her arms around me saying, 'Johnny, I love you still'
As shes Nell the farmers daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamed I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
Ah Johnny, youre only jokin, as manys the time before
Then the cock, he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill