The Dubliners - Spancil Hill


Spancil Hill

Last night as I lay dreamin'
Of pleasant days gone by
Me mind bein' bent on ramblin'
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped onboard a vision
And followed with a will
'Til next I came to anchor at
The cross of Spancil Hill
It bein' on the twenty-third of June
The day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters,
And friends assembled there
The young, the old, the brave, and the bold
They came their duty to fulfill
At the parish church in Clooney,
A mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see me neighbours
To see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone
The young ones turning grey
But I met the tailor, Quigley
He's as bold as ever still
And he used to make me 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,
Gentle as a dove
And she threw her arms around me
Saying, Johnny I love you still
Ah she's Nel, the farmers daughter
And the pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her
As in the days of yore
Ah Johnny you're only jokin'
As many's the time before
Then cock crew in the mornin'
He crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California
Many miles from Spancil Hill
Publié par Ww Ww le Sam, 17/11/2018 - 01:23

There are different versions by different performers.
Spancil Hill was a village wiped out by the great potato famine. A lone cross stands there.
The cock crew means the rooster crowed.

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