Christy Moore - Spancill Hill lyrics
[Christy Moore - 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
I followed with the wind
And I shortly came to anchor at
The cross of Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd June the
Day before the fair
When lreland's sons and daughters
In crowds assembled there
The young and the old
The brave and the bold
Their journey to fulfill
There were jovial conversations at the
Fair of Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbors to
Hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone
And the young one’s turning grey
I met with the tailor Quigley
He's a bould as ever still
Sure he used to make my britches
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
She threw her arms around me saying
"Johnny I love you still"
Oh she’s Ned the farmers daughter and
The flower of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her
As in the days of yore she said
"Johnny you're only joking like
Many's the time before"
The cock he crew in the morning
He crew both loud and shrill
And I awoke in California
Many miles from Spancil Hill
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 the wind
And I shortly came to anchor at
The cross of Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd June the
Day before the fair
When lreland's sons and daughters
In crowds assembled there
The young and the old
The brave and the bold
Their journey to fulfill
There were jovial conversations at the
Fair of Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbors to
Hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone
And the young one’s turning grey
I met with the tailor Quigley
He's a bould as ever still
Sure he used to make my britches
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
She threw her arms around me saying
"Johnny I love you still"
Oh she’s Ned the farmers daughter and
The flower of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her
As in the days of yore she said
"Johnny you're only joking like
Many's the time before"
The cock he crew in the morning
He crew both loud and shrill
And I awoke in California
Many miles from Spancil Hill