Christy Moore – Spancil Hill (Guitar)

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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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Delighted by the novelty, Enchanted with the scene,

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Where in my early boyhood, Where often I had been,

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I thought I heard a murmur, And I think I hear it still

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It's the little stream of water, That flows down by Spancil Hill.

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To amuse a passin' fancy, I lay down on the ground,

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Where all my school companions, they shortly gathered 'round,

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When we were home returnin', we danced with right good will,

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To Martin Moylan's music at, the cross of 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.

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I went to see me neighbours, to see what they might say,

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The old ones were all dead and gone, they young ones turning grey,

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I met with tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still,

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Sure he used to make me britches, when I lived in Spancil Hill.

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I paid a flying visit, to my first and only love,

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She's as fair as any lily, and as gentle as a dove,

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she through her arms around me, saying Johnny I love ye still,

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She was Meg the farmers daughter, and the pride of Spancil Hill.

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I dreamt I held and kissed her, as in the days of yore,

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She said, "Johnny you're only joking, as many's the time before",

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The cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill,

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And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.