last night as i lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by my mind being bent on rambling to ireland i did fly i stepped on board a vision and followed with the wind till next i came to anchor at the cross near spancill hill t was on the 23rd june the day before the fair when ireland s sons and daughters and friends assembled there the young the old the brave the bold came their duty to fill at the parish church at cluney just a mile from spancill hill i went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say the old ones were all dead and gone the young one s turning grey i met the tailor quigley he s bold as ever still sure he used to mend my britches when i lived at spancill hill i paid a flying visit to my first and only love she s fair as any lily and gentle as a dove she threw her arms around me saying johnny i love you still she was meg the farmers daughter and the pride of spancill hill she was meg the farmers daughter and the pride of spancill hill