Christy Moore - Spancil hill

Last^Am night as I lay ^Gdreaming, of pleasant ^Emdays gone ^Amby, Me mind being bent on rambling, to ^CIreland I did f^Gly, I^Am stepped on board a vision, and f^Collowed with a ^Gwill, Till t^Amhe first I came to a^Gnchor at the cross at Spancil ^AmHill.

Delig^Amhted by the ^Gnovelty, Enchanted ^Emwith the ^Amscene, Where in my early boyhood, Where ^Coften I had ^Gbeen, I t^Amhought I heard a murm^Cur, And I think I hear it st^Gill It'^Ams the little stream of wa^Gter, That flows down by Spancil ^AmHill.

To am^Amuse a passin' fa^Gncy, I lay down on th^Eme ground^Am, Where all my school companions, they ^Cshortly gathered '^Ground, W^Amhen we were home returnin', we d^Canced with right good ^Gwill, ^AmTo Martin Moylan's m^Gusic at, the cross of Spancil H^Amill.

^AmTwas on the 2^G3rd of June, the day ^Embefore the ^Amfair, When Irelands sons and daugh^Cters and friends assembled t^Ghere, The yo^Amung, the old the brave the bold, their ^Cduty to f^Gulfil, At the par^Amish church near Cl^Gooney, a mile from Spancil ^AmHill.

^AmI went to see me neigh^Gbours, to see what ^Emthey might ^Amsay, The old ones were all dead and go^Cne, they young ones turning g^Grey, I m^Amet with tailor Quigley, he's as ^Cbold as ever ^Gstill, Sure he ^Amused to make me britch^Ges, when I lived in Spancil^Am Hill.

^AmI paid a flying vis^Git, to my first and ^Emonly l^Amove, She's as fair as any lil^Cy, and as gentle as a do^Gve, s^Amhe through her arms arou^Cnd me, saying Johnny I love ye st^Gill, She was M^Ameg the farmers daught^Ger, and the pride of Spancil^Am Hill.

^AmI dreamt I held and kissed h^Ger, as in the ^Emdays of ^Amyore, She said, "Johnny you're only jo^Cking, as many's the time be^Gfore", T^Amhe cock crew in the morni^Cng, he crew both loud and sh^Grill, And I aw^Amoke in Californ^Gia, many miles from Spancil ^AmHill.