The Dubliners – Spancil Hill (Guitar)

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Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by,

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my mind then went on rambling, to Ireland I did fly.

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I stepped on board a vision and I followed with a will,

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'till next I came to anchor at the cross on Spancil Hill.

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It bein' on the twenty-third of June, the day before the fair,

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when Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled

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The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfil,

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at the parish church in 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 the young ones turning grey.

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But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bald as ever still,

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and he used to make me breeches 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 white as any lily and gentle as a dove.

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And she threw her arms around me saying, "Johnny I love you still !"

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Ah, she's Nell the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill.

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

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ah, Johnny you're only joking as many's the time before.

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Then the cock he crew in the morning he crowed both loud and shrill,

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I awoke in California many miles from Spancil Hill.