Spancil Hill

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by

My mind been bent in rambling to Ireland, I did fly

I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will

Until next, I came to anchor at the cross in Spancil Hill

It been on the twenty-third of June, the day before the fair

Where Irish sons, and daughters, and friends assembled there

The young, the old, and the brave, and the bold came their duty to fulfill

At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from 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

Oh, she threw her arms around me, saying, "Johnny, I love you still"

Oh, she's Nell, the farmers' daughter, she is the pride of Spancil Hill

And I dreamt I held and kissed her, as in the days of yore

Oh, "Patty, you're only joking, as many's the time before"

Oh, the cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill

When I awoke downtown in Texas, many miles from Spancil Hill

Yeah, yeah