Corrs, The - Spancill Hill lyrics

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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 the wind

'Til next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancill Hill

T'was on the twenty third June the day before the fair

When lreland'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 Cluney

Just a mile from Spancill 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

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 farmers daughter and the pride of Spancill Hill

She was Meg the farmers daughter and the pride of Spancill Hill