Misc Traditional - Spancil hill

^AmLast night as I lay ^Gdreaming, of pleasant days gone ^Amby, Me mind being bent on rambling, to ^CIreland I did ^Gfly, I ^Amstepped aboard a vision, and ^Cfollowed with a ^Gwill, And I ^Amshortly came to ^Ganchor, at the cross on Spancil ^AmHill.

It ^Ambeing the 23rd of ^GJune, the day before the ^Amfair, When Irelands' sons and daughters, in ^Ccrowds assembled ^Gthere, The ^Amyoung and the old, the brave and the bold, ^CCame their joy to ful^Gfill, there were ^Amjovial conver^Gsations at the fair at Spancil ^AmHill.

I ^Amwent to see my ^Gneighbors, to hear what they might ^Amsay, The old ones were all dead and gone, the ^Cyoung ones turning ^Ggray, I ^Ammet with the tailor Quigley he's as ^Cbald as ever ^Gstill, Sure he ^Amused to make me ^Gbritches when I lived in Spancil ^AmHill.

I ^Ampaid a flying ^Gvisit to my first and only ^Amlove, She s as white as any lily and as ^Cgentle as a ^Gdove, She ^Amthrew her arms around me, saying ^CJohnny I love you ^Gstill, Oh, she's ^AmNell the farmers ^Gdaughter and the flower of Spancil ^AmHill.

I ^Amdream t I held and ^Gkissed her, as in the days of ^Amyore, She said Johnny you're only joking like ^Cmany's the times be^Gfore, The ^Amcock he crew the morning, he ^Ccrew both loud and ^Gshrill, And I a^Amwoke in Cali^Gfornia, many miles from Spancil ^AmHill.