Spancil Hill - Misc Traditional Am G 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 aboard a vision, and followed with a will, Am G Am And I shortly came to anchor, at the cross on Spancil Hill. Am G Am It being the 23rd of June, the day before the fair, C G When Irelands' sons and daughters, in crowds assembled there, Am C G The young and the old, the brave and the bold, Came their duty to ful--fill Am G Am and the Par--ish church in Clooney a mile from Spancil hill Am G Am I went to see my neighbors, to hear what they might say, C G The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray, Am C G I met with the tailor Quigley he's as bald as ever still, Am G Am Sure he used to make me britches when I lived in Spancil Hill. Am G Am C G Am G Am Am G Am Am G Am I paid a flying visit to my first and only love, C G She's as white as any lily and as gentle as a dove, Am C G She threw her arms around me, saying Johnny I love you still, Am C G Oh, she's Nell the farmers daughter and the flower of Spancil Hill. Am G Am I dream t I held and kissed her, as in the days of yore, C G She said Johnny you're only joking like many's the times before, Am C G The cock he crew the morning, he crew both loud and shrill, Am G Am And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.