Karaoké Spancil Hill The Dubliners

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by

Me mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly

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

'Till next I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill

It being on the twenty-third of June the day before the fair

When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there

The young the old the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill

At the parish church in Clooney a mile from Spancil Hill

I went to see me neighbors to see what they might say

The old ones were all dead and gone the young ones turning gray

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

Ah he used to mend me britches

When I lived in Spancil Hill

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love

She's as white as any lily gentle as a dove

And she threw her arms around me saying

Johnny I love you still

As she's Nell the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill

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

Ah Johnny you're only jokin' as many's the time before

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

I awoke in California many miles from Spancil Hill