one night as i lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by my mind was bent on rambling to ireland i did fly i stepped on a vision and i followed with the wind when at last i came to anchor at the cross of spancill hill then on the 23rd of june the day before the fair when ireland s 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 spancill hill i went to see my neighbours to hear what they might say the old ones were all dead and gone and the young ones turning grey i met the tailor quigley he s as bold as ever still sure he used to make my britches when i lived in spancil hill i paid a flying visit to my first and only love she s as fair as any lily and gentle as a dove she threw her arms around me saying johnny i love you still ah she s ned the farmer s daughter 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 s the time before the c he crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill when i woke in california many miles from spancil hill
['celtic', 'irish country', 'irish folk']