Spancil Hill

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

It was on the 23rd of June the day before the fair
When lreland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there
The young and the old, the brave and the bold their duty to fulfill
At the parish church in Clooney not far from Spancil Hill

I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone; the young one's turning grey
I met the tailor Quigley, as bould as ever still
He used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily and as gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny I love you still
She was a farmers daughter the pride of Spancil HiII

I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
She said, "Johnny you're only joking like many's the time before"
The cock crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill
And I awoke on Salt Spring Island many miles from Spancil Hill.