Wolfe Tones — Spancil Hill lyrics

Last night as I lay dreamin'
Of pleasant days gone by
Me mind bein' bent on rambelin'
To Ireland's isle did fly
I stepped on board a vision
And followed with her will
'Til I shortly came to anchor
At the cross near Spancil Hill
Delighted by the novelty
Enchanted with the scene
When in my early days
Where often I had been
I thought I heard a murmur
And think I hear it still
It's the little stream of water
That flows down Spancil Hill

It being the 23rd of June
The day before the fair
Where Ireland's sons and daughters
Were all assembled there
The young, the old, the brave and the bold
Their duty to fulfil,
At the little church in Clooney,
A mile from Spancil Hill

I went to see my neighbours
To hear what they might say
The old ones they were dead and gone
The young ones turning grey
I met with Taylor Quigley
He's as bold as ever still
Sure he used to mend my clothing
When I lived in Spancil Hill

I paid a flying visit
To my first and only love
he's fine as any man can be
And gentle as a dove
I threw my arms around him
And said "Johnny I love you still"
He married the Ranger's daughter,
The pride of Spancil Hill

I dreamt I stooped and kissed him
As in the day of 'ore
He said you're only joking
As manys a time before
The cock crew in the mornin'
It crew both loud and shrill
And I woke in California
Many miles from Spancil Hill
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