Spancil Hill

Celtic Woman

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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 I followed with a will
Till next I came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill

It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair
When lreland'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 in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill

I went to see my neighbors, to hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young one's
Turning grey
I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bould as ever still
Ah, he used to make my 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 and as gentle as a dove
And she threw her arms around me, saying: Johnny, I
Love you still
She's Nell the farmers daughter, and the pride of Spancil Hill
She's Nell the farmers daughter, and the pride of Spancil Hill