Spancil Hill Michael Considine Am G Am Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by Am C G Me mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly Am C G I stepped on board a vision, and I followed with a will Am G Em Am 'Til next I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill Am G Am It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair Am C G When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there Am C G The young, the old, the brave, the bold, they came their joy to fill Am G Am At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill Am G Am I went to see me neighbors, to see what they might say Am C G The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray Am C G I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still Am G Am Sure he used to mend me britches when I lived in Spancil Hill Am G Am I paid a flying visit to my first and only love Am C G She's as white as any lily, gentle as a dove Am C G And she threw her arms around me saying, "Johnny, I love you still" Am G Am She's Nell the farmer's daughter, the pride of Spancil Hill Am G Am I dreamed I held and kissed her as in the days of yore Am C G Ah Johnny, you're only jokin', as many's the time before Am C G Then the cock, he crew the morning, he crew both loud and shrill Am G Am And I woke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill