Spancil Hill - Misc Traditional [Verse 1] Am G Em Am Last night as I lay dreaming, of pleasant days gone by, C G Me mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly, Am C G I stepped on board a vision, and followed with a will, Am G Am Till the first I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill. [Verse 2] Am G Em Am Deligh--ted by the novelty, Enchanted with the scene, C G Where in my early boyhood, Where often I had been, Am C G I thought I heard a mur--mur, And I think I hear it still Am G Am It's the little stream of wat--er, That flows down by Spancil Hill. [Verse 3] Am G Em Am To am--use a passin' fan--cy, I lay down on the ground, C G Where all my school companions, they shortly gathered 'round, Am C G When we were home returnin', we danced with right good will, Am G Am To Martin Moylan's mus--ic at, the cross of Spancil Hill. [Verse 4] Am G Em Am T--was on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair, C G When Irelands sons and daugh--ters and friends assembled there, Am C G The young, the old the brave the bold, their duty to ful--fil, Am G Am At the par--ish church near Cloo--ney, a mile from Spancil Hill. [Verse 5] Am G Em Am I went to see me neigh--bours, to see what they might say, C G The old ones were all dead and gone, they young ones turning grey, Am C G I met with tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still, Am G Am Sure he used to make me brit---ches, when I lived in Spancil Hill. [Verse 6] Am G Em Am I paid a flying vis--it, to my first and only love, C G She's as fair as any lil--ly, and as gentle as a dove, Am C G she through her arms around me, saying Johnny I love ye still, Am G Am She was Meg the farmers daugh--ter, and the pride of Spancil Hill. [Verse 7] Am G Em Am I dreamt I held and kissed her, as in the days of yore, C G She said, "Johnny you're only jok--ing, as many's the time be--fore", Am C G The cock crew in the morn--ing, he crew both loud and shrill, Am G Am And I a--woke in Califor--nia, many miles from Spancil Hill.