X:82
T:Spancil Hill
R:
song
C:Michael Considine (~1850-1873)
Z:id:hn-song-82
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:Ddor
A2 | A4 D2 | A4 A2 | (G4 ED) | C4 D2 | (E2G2)A2 | D4 C2 | D6- | D4
A2 | A4 d2 | d4 e2 | d4 c2 | A4 B2 | c4 d2 | (c2B2)A2 | G6- | G4
A2 | A4 d2 | d4 e2 | d4 c2 | A4 B2 | c4 d2 | (c2B2)A2 | G6- | G4
(cB) | A4 D2 | A4 A2 | G4 (ED) | C4 D2 | (E2G2)A2 | D4 C2 | D6- | D4 ||
W:Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
W:My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
W:I stepped on board a vision and I followed with my will
W:Til next I came to anchor at the cross in Spancil Hill
W:
W:Delighted by the novelty, enchanted by the scene.
W:Where in me early boyhood so often I had been.
W:I thought I heard a murmur, and I think I hear it still.
W:It's the little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill.
W:
W:It being the twenty-third of June the day before the fair
W:When Ireland's sons and daughters in crowds assembled there
W:The young and the old, the brave and the bold their duty to fulfil
W:At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill
W:
W:I went to see my neighbours to hear what they might say
W:The old ones were all dead and gone and the young ones turning grey
W:I met with tailor Quigley, he's bold as ever still
W:Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
W:
W:I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
W:She's as fair as any lily and as gentle as a dove
W:She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny I love you still!"
W:Oh she's Ned the farmer's daughter and the flower of Spancil Hill
W:
W:I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
W:She said, "Johnny you're only joking like many's the time before"
W:The cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill
W:And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.