Spancil HillMy mind being bent on ramblin' to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with a will Till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancil Hill It was on the twenty-third of June, the day before the fair When lreland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there The young, the old, the brave and the bold, came their duty to fulfil At the parish church at Clooney, just a mile from Spancil Hill (Instrumental Verse) I went to see my neighbours , to hear what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still Sure he used to mend my britches when I lived at Spancil Hill I paid a flying visit to my first and only love She's as fair as any lily and as gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me sayin' "Oh Johnny I love you still" She was Meg the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill Repeat 1st Verse - Repeat last line |