What are you listening to?
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Spancil Hill - Shane MacGowan & Christy Moore, 1994
Last night as I lay dreaming, of pleasant days gone by,
Me mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly.
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind,
'Til next I came to anchor at the Cross of Spancilhill.
It being on the twenty third 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 fulfill,
At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancilhill.
I went to see me neighbours, to see what they might say,
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turnin' grey.
But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still,
And he used to make me britches when I lived in Spancilhill.
I paid a flying visit, to my first and only love,
She's as white as any lilly, gentle as a dove.
And she threw her arms around me, saying Johnny I love you still,
As she's now the farmer's daughter, and the Pride of Spancilhill.
I dreamed I held and kissed her, as in the days of yore,
Ah Johnny you're only jokin', as many as the time before,
Then the cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill,
I awoke in California, many miles from Spancilhill.
Me mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly.
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind,
'Til next I came to anchor at the Cross of Spancilhill.
It being on the twenty third 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 fulfill,
At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancilhill.
I went to see me neighbours, to see what they might say,
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turnin' grey.
But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still,
And he used to make me britches when I lived in Spancilhill.
I paid a flying visit, to my first and only love,
She's as white as any lilly, gentle as a dove.
And she threw her arms around me, saying Johnny I love you still,
As she's now the farmer's daughter, and the Pride of Spancilhill.
I dreamed I held and kissed her, as in the days of yore,
Ah Johnny you're only jokin', as many as the time before,
Then the cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill,
I awoke in California, many miles from Spancilhill.
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