Spancil Hill

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Last night as I lay dreaming,of 
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pleasant days gone by,
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Me mind being bent on rambling,to 
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Ireland I did fly,
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I stepped on board a vision,and 
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followed with a will,
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Till the first I came to anchor at
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 the cross at Spancil Hill.

[Verse 2]
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Twas on the 23rd of June, the day
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 before the fair
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When Irelands sons and daughters 
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and friends assembled there
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The young,the old the brave the 
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bold, their duty to fulfil
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At the parish church near 
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Clooney,a mile from Spancil Hill

[Verse 3]
I went to see me neighbours to see 
what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone,
 they young ones turning grey
I met with tailor Quigley, he's as 
bold as ever still
Sure he used to make me britches 
when I lived in Spancil Hill

[Verse 4]
I paid a flying visit to my first 
and only love
She's as fair as any lily and as 
gentle as a dove
she through her arms around me, 
saying Johnny I love ye still
She was Meg the farmers daughter and
 the pride of Spancil Hill