Spancil Hill - The Prodigals

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 I boarded with a will

At last I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill

Chorus: Yippee-yi-yayyyy

Yippee-yi-yohhhh

A ghost rider in the sky

It being on the twenty-third of June the day before the fair

All Ireland’s sons and daughters in crowds assembled there

The young the old the brave the bold, their duties to fulfill

There were pleasant conversations at the foot of Spancil Hill

I went to see my neighbors to see what they might say

The old ones were all dead and gone the young ones turning grey

I met old Tailor Quigley, he’s as bold as ever still

He used to mend my britches when I lived at Spancil Hill

I paid a flying visit to me first and only love

She’s as young as any lily and as gentle as a dove

She threw her arms around me saying 'Johnny I love you still'

She’s Ned the farmer’s daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill

I asked her would she marry me as in the days of yore

She said 'Johnny, you’re only joking, as many’s the time before'

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

I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill