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Last night as I lay dreaming, of pleasant days gone by
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My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
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I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind
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And I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill
It being on the 23rd June the day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends a**embled there
The young and the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfil
At the parish church near Cluny a mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone and the young one's turning grey
I met with the tailor Quigley, he's a bold as ever still
Sure he used to make my breeches 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 as gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me saying ""Johnny I love you still""
Oh she's Ned the farmers daughter and the pride of Spancil HiII
I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
She said, ""Johnny you're only joking like many a time before""
The co*k he crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill
And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill