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Spancil Hill |
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Phil Coulter |
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Last night as I lay dreaming |
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of pleasant days gone by, |
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My mind being bent on rambling |
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to Ireland I did fly, |
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I stepped on board a vision |
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and followed with the wind, |
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Till next I came to anchor |
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at the cross near Spancill Hill. |
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IT'was on the 23rd June |
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the day before the fair, |
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When lreland's sons and daughters and friends |
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assembled there, |
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The young ,the old, the brave, the bold |
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came their duty to fill, |
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At the parish church at Cluney |
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just a mile from Spancill Hill. |
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I went to see my neighbors to hear |
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what they might say, |
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The old ones were all dead and gone |
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the young one's turning grey, |
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I met the tailor Quigley, |
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he's bold as ever still, |
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Sure he used to mend my britches when |
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I lived at Spancill Hill. |
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I paid a flying visit to |
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my first and only love, |
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She's fair as any lily |
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and gentle as a dove, |
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She threw her arms around me |
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saying "Johnny I love you still", |
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She was Meg the farmers daughter |
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and the pride of Spancill Hill. |
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She was Meg the farmers daughter |
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and the pride of Spancill Hill. |
