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This is another sad sort of song that has to do with some sort of misery

Spancil Hill

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Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
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My mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
   Am                                            C                      G
I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will
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Til next I came to anchor at the cross in Spancil Hill

Am                                           G                                     Am  
It been on the twenty-third of June the day before the fair
           Am                                                 C                           Am
When Irelands sons and daughters and friends assembled there
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The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill
          Am                      G                                          Am
At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill

Am                                         G                     Am
Delighted by the novelty, enchanted by the scene.
 Am                                                  C                Am
Where in me early boyhood where often I had been.
Am                                           C                    Am
I thought I heard a murmur. I think I hear it still.
A                                  G                                               Am
It's the little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill.

To amuse a passing fancy, I laid down on the ground.
And all my school companions, they shortly gathered round.
When we were home returning, we danced with bright good will
To Martin Monahan's music, at the cross at 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
Ah, he used to make me britches when I lived at 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 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, Johnny you're only joking as many the time before
Then the cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill