LBmast night as I lay dreaAming of pleasant days gone bBmy
MBmy mind being bent on rambling to IreDland I did fAly
IBm stepped on board a vision and I folDlowed with the wAind
ABmnd I shortly came to anAchor at the cross of SpaBmncil Hill
It being the 23rd of June the day before the fair
When lreland's sons and daughters all assembled there
The young and the old, the brave and the bold their journey to fulfill
But the little church in Cloony a mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbors to see what they would say
The old ones were all dead and gone and the young one's turning grey
I met with tailor Quigley, he's as bould as ever still
Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I paid the fly and visit to my first and only love
She's as fair 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 rangers daughter and the flower of Spancil HiII
I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
She said, "Johnny you're only joking as many's the time before"
The cock crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill
And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.
