- 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
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- T'was on the 23rd 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
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- I went to see me neighbors to hear
what they mighy say
- The old ones were all dead and gone
the young one's 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
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- 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 farmers daughter and
the pride of Spancill Hill
- She was Meg the farmers daughter and
the pride of Spancill Hill