Spancill Hill

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
T'was on the 23rd June the day
Before the fair
When lreland'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
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 bold as ever still
Sure he used to mend my britches
When I lived at Spancill Hill
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