Spancill Hill lyrics

Last night as I lay dreaming

Of pleasant days gone by

My mind being bent on rambling

To Ireland I did fly

I stepped on board a vision

And followed with the wind

Till next I came to anchor at

The cross near Spancill Hill

T'was 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, the bold

Came their duty to fill

At the parish church at Cluney

Just a mile from Spancill Hill

I went to see my neighbours

To hear what they might say

The old ones were all dead and gone

The young ones turning grey

I met the tailor Quigley

He's bold as ever still

Sure he used to mend my britches

When I lived at Spancill Hill

I paid a flying visit

To my first and only love

She's fair as any lily

And gentle as a dove

She threw her arms around me

Saying "Johnny, I love you still"

She was Meg, the farmer's daughter

And the pride of Spancill Hill

She was Meg, the farmer's daughter

And the pride of Spancill Hill