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  1. Spancil Hill

From the album Live Fire

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Traditional Irish
Arrangement: Roger Drawdy & the Firestarters

Lyrics

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 followed with a will
Til at last I came to anchor at the cross in Spancil Hill
It been on the twenty-third of June the day before the fair
When Irelands 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 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 gone away
But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still
Ah, he used to mend my breaches when I lived near Spancil Hill.
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as fare as any lily, gentle as a dove
And she threw her arms around me, saying Rauiri 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, Rauiri 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