Paddy Reilly - Spancil Hill | Текст песни

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Last night, as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by,
Me mind bein’ bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly
I stepped aboard a vision and I followed with the wind,
When next I came to anchor at the cross at Spancill Hill.

Bein' on the 23rd 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 came their duty to fulfill
At the Parish Church at Clooney a mile from Spancill Hill.

I went to see my neighbours to see what they might say,
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning grey
I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still,
Sure 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 and gentle as a dove,
She threw her arms around me, saying "Johnny, I love you still!"
Oh she's Ned, the farmer's, daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill

I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
"Oh Johnny you're only joking, as many a time before"
The cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill,
When I woke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.


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