Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will
Til at last I came to anchor at the cross in Spancil Hill
It been on the twenty-third of June the day before the fair
When Irelands sons and daughters and friends a**embled there
The young, the old, the brave and the bold 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 gone away
But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still
Ah, he used to mend my breaches when I lived near Spancil Hill.
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as fare as any lily, gentle as a dove
And she threw her arms around me, saying Rauiri I love you still
Ah, she's now a farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I knelt and kissed her as in the days of yore
Ah, Rauiri you're only joking as many the time before
Then the co*k he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill