Spancill 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 followed with the wind Till next I came to anchor At the cross near Spancill Hill 'Twas on the 23rd of June The day before the fair When lreland's sons and daughters And friends a*sembled there The young, the old, the brave, the bold Came their duty to fill At the parish church at Cluney Just a mile from Spancill Hill I went to see my neighbors To hear what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone The young one's turning gray I met the tailor Quigley He's bold as ever still Sure he used to mend my britches When I lived at Spancill Hill I paid a flying visit To my first and only love She's fair as any lily And gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me saying Johnny I love you still She was Meg the farmer's daughter And the pride of Spancill Hill She was Meg the farmer's daughter And the pride of Spancill Hill