xArtist: Christy Moore
Song: Spancil Hill
[Verse 1]
Am G Am
Last night as I lay dreaming,of pleasant days gone by,
C G
Me mind being bent on rambling,to Ireland I did fly,
Am C G
I stepped on board a vision,and followed with a will,
Am G Am
Till the first I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill.
[Verse 2]
Am G Am
Twas on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair
C G
When Irelands sons and daughters and friends assembled there
Am C G
The young,the old the brave the bold, their duty to fulfil
Am G Am
At the parish church near Clooney,a mile from Spancil Hill
[Verse 3]
I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone, they young ones turning grey
I met with tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still
Sure he used to make me britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
[Verse 4]
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as fair as any lily and as gentle as a dove
she through her arms around me, saying Johnny I love ye still
She was Meg the farmers daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill
