Spancill Hill - Hazel O'Connor

One night as he lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by

His mind being bent on rambling to lreland he did fly

He stepped on a vision and he followed with the wind

When at last he 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 assembled there

The young and the old, the brave and

The bold cametheir dutie to fulfill

At the Parish Church in Clooney a mile from Spancill Hill

He went to see his neighbours to see how they did fare

The old ones were all dead and gone

The young ones turning grey

He met with tailor Quigley he’s as funny as ever still

Johnny used to patch his britches

When he lived in Spancill Hill

He paid a flying visit to his one and only love

She’s as gentle as a puppy and as pretty as a doll

She threw her arms around me saying

Johnny I love you still

Sure she’s Ned the farmer’s daughter and the pride of Spancill Hill

He dreamt he held, he kissed her as many a time before

Oh Johnny you’re only joking as many a time before

The cock he crowed in the morning he crowed

Both clear and shrill

He awoke in California many miles from Spancill Hill