Spancil Hill

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Last night as I lay dreaming,of pleasant days gone by,
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Me mind being bent on rambling,to Ireland I did fly,
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I stepped on board a vision,and followed with a will,
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Till the first I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill.

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Twas on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair
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When Irelands sons and daughters and friends assembled there
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The young,the old the brave the bold, their duty to fulfil
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At the parish church near Clooney,a mile from Spancil Hill

I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone, they young ones turning grey
I met with tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still
Sure he used to make me britches when I lived in Spancil Hill

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as fair as any lily and as gentle as a dove
she through her arms around me, saying Johnny I love ye still
She was Meg the farmers daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill

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