Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spancil Hill, artist - The Dubliners. Date of issue: 04.03.2009
Song language: English
Spancil Hill |
| Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly |
| I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind |
| And I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill |
| It being the 23rd June the day before the fair |
| When lreland’s sons and daughters in crowds assembled there |
| The young and the old, the brave and the bold their journey to fulfill |
| There were jovial conversations at the fair of Spancil Hill |
| I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say |
| The old ones were all dead and gone and the young one’s turning grey |
| I met with the tailor Quigley, he’s a bould 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 white as any lily and as gentle as a dove |
| She threw her arms around me saying «Johnny I love you still |
| «Oh she’s Ned the farmers daughter and the flower of Spancil HiII |
| I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore |
| She said, «Johnny you’re only joking like many’s the time before» |
| The cock he crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill |
| And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill |
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| Filename[ SPNLHL |
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