Spancil Hills - Quilty

Last night when 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

Till first I came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill

It was on 23rd of June the day before the fair

When lreland’s sons and daughters and friends assembled there

The young and the old,

the brave and the bold their duty to fulfill

At the parish church in Clooney

A mile from Spancil 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 grey

I met with the talior Quigley, he’s a brave as ever still

Sure he used to make me britches when I lived in Spancil Hill

I paid a flying visit to my first and own true 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 pride of Spancil HiII

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

She said, «Johnny you’re only joking as in the times before»

The cock he crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill

And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill