Letra de Spancill 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 next I came to anchor at
The cross near Spancill Hill.

´Twas on the 24th of June,
The day before the fair,
When Ireland´s sons and daughters
And friends assembled there.
The young, the old, the brave, the bold
Came their duty to fill
At the Parish Church at Clooney,
Just a mile from Spancill Hill.

I went to see my neighbours,
To hear what they might say;
The old ones were all dead and gone,
The young ones turning grey.
I met the tailor Quigley,
he´s bold as ever still.
Sure he used to mend my britches
When I lived at Spancill Hill.

I paid a flying visit
To my first and only love,
She´s fair as any lily
And gentle as a dove.
She threw her arms around me saying,
´Johnny, I love you still´.
She was Meg, the farmer´s daughter
And the pride of Spancill Hill.