Spancill Hill Lyrics - Cruachan

[Arrangement: KF Words: Tradional] 

Last night as I lay dreaming 

of pleasant days gone by, 

Me mind been bent on rambling, 

to Ireland I did fly, 

I stepped on board a vision 

and followed with a will 

Till next I came to anchor 

at the cross near Spancill Hill. 

Delighted by the novelty, 

enchanted with the scene, 

Where in me early boyhood - often I had been, 

I thought I heard a murmur 

and I think I hear it still 

It's the little stream of water 

that flows down Spancill Hill. 

To amuse a passing fancy 

I lay down on the ground, 

And all my school companions 

they shortly gathered round 

When we were home returning 

we danced with bright goodwill, 

To Martin Moynahan's music 

at the cross at Spancill Hill. 

It was on the 24th of June, 

the day before the fair 

When Ireland's sons and daughters 

and all assembled there, 

The young, the old, the brave, the bold 

came their duty to fulfil, 

At the little church in Clooney, 

a mile from Spancill Hill. 

I went to see me neighbours 

to see what they might say, 

The old ones they were dead and gone, 

the young ones turning grey, 

I met the tailor Quigley, he was bold as ever still, 

sure he used to make my britches 

when I lived at Spancill Hill. 

I paid a flying visit to me first and only love, 

She's as fair as any lilly and gentle as a dove, 

She threw her arms around me 

crying "Johnny I love you still", 

She was a farmer's daughter, 

the pride of Spancill Hill. 

Well I dreamt I hugged and kissed her 

as in the days of yore 

She said "Johnny you're only joking" 

as many the times before, 

The cock crew in the morning, 

he crew both loud and shrill 

And I awoke in California, 

many miles from Spancill Hill.