Last night as I lay dreamin'
Of pleasant days gone by
My mind bein' bent on raveling
To Ireland I did fly
I crept aboard a vision
and I followed with the wind
When next I came to anchor
At the cross at Spancil Hill
Be now the 23rd of June the day before the fair.
When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends a**embled there.
The young, the old, the brave and the bold with a duty to fulfil.
at the parish church near Cluny a mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to see what they might say.
The old ones were all dead and gone and the young were turning grey.
I met with the tailor Quigley, he's a bold as ever still,
sure he used to mend my breeches when I lived on Spancil Hill.
I paid a flying visit to my one and only true love.
She's as gentle as a lily and as snow white as a dove.
She threw her arms around me saying ""Johnny I love you still"".
As she's Nell the farmers daughter she's 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 like many a time before"".
The c*** he crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill.
And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.
Of pleasant days gone by
My mind bein' bent on raveling
To Ireland I did fly
I crept aboard a vision
and I followed with the wind
When next I came to anchor
At the cross at Spancil Hill
Be now the 23rd of June the day before the fair.
When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends a**embled there.
The young, the old, the brave and the bold with a duty to fulfil.
at the parish church near Cluny a mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to see what they might say.
The old ones were all dead and gone and the young were turning grey.
I met with the tailor Quigley, he's a bold as ever still,
sure he used to mend my breeches when I lived on Spancil Hill.
I paid a flying visit to my one and only true love.
She's as gentle as a lily and as snow white as a dove.
She threw her arms around me saying ""Johnny I love you still"".
As she's Nell the farmers daughter she's 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 like many a time before"".
The c*** he crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill.
And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.