Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spancil Hill, artist - Paddy Reilly. Date of issue: 04.03.2009
Song language: English
Spancil Hill |
| One night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by |
| My mind was bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly |
| I stepped on a vision and I followed with the wind |
| When at last I came to anchor at the cross of Spancill Hill |
| Then on the 23rd of June the day before the fair |
| When Ireland’s sons and daughters and friends a**embled there |
| The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill |
| At the Parish Church in Clooney a mile from Spancill Hill |
| I went to see my neighbours, to hear what they might say |
| The old ones were all dead and gone, and the young ones turning grey |
| I met the tailor Quigley, he’s as bold as ever still |
| Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill |
| I paid a flying visit to my first and only love |
| She’s as fair as any lily and gentle as a dove |
| She threw her arms around me, saying «Johnny, I love you still» |
| Ah she’s Ned, the farmer’s daughter, the pride of Spancil Hill |
| I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore |
| «Oh Johnny you’re only joking, as many’s the time before» |
| The c*** he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill |
| When I woke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill |