Spancil Hill - The High Kings

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 I followed with the wind til first I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil hill it been on the 23rd of June the day before the fair when Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there the young the old the brave and the bold came their duty to forfil at the parish Church near Cloony a mile from Spancil hill I went to see my neighbours to see what they might say the old ones were all dead and gone the young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley he's as bold as ever still he used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil hill I took a flying visit to my one and only love she's as white as lily as gentle as a dove she threw her arms around me saying Johnny I love you still she is Nell the farmers daughter the pride of Spancil hill I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of old saying Johnny your only joking as manys a times before but the cock he crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California many miles from Spancil hill