[Lyric] Spancil Hill (Culann's Hounds)

Last night as I laid 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
And next I came to anchor at the cross at Spancilhill

Beyond the twenty-third of June, the day before the fair
When Irelands sons and daughters and friends assemble there
The young and the old, the brave and the bold
Came their duty to fulfill
There were jovial conversations at the cross at Spancilhill

I went to see my neighbors, to hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone and the young ones going grey
I met with tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still
Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancilhill

I called to see the neighbors, to hear what they might say
The old were getting feeble and the young ones turning grey
I met with tailor Quigley, he's as stout as ever still
Sure he used to mend my breeches when I lived in Spancilhill
I paid a flying visit to my first and only 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
She is Mack the farmers daughter, and the Pride of Spancilhill
I dreamed I held and kissed her, as in days of yore
She said: Johnny you're only joking, as many the time before
When the cock he crew in the morning, sure he crew both loud and shrill
And I awoke in Californ-ia, many miles from Spancilhill