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.