Lyrics: Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by My mind being bent on ramblin' To Ireland I did fly I stepped on board of a vision, and I followed with a will And I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill And delighted by the novelty, enchanted by the scene Where in my early boyhood, so often I had been I thought I heard a murmur and I think that I hear it still It's the little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill To amuse a passing fancy, I lay down on the ground Where all my school companions, They shortly gathered 'round When we were home returning, Oh we danced with right good will To Martin Moylan's music at the cross of Spancil Hill It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair When Ireland's sons and daughters, In crowds assembled there The young, the old, the brave and the bold Well, they came to sport and to kill there were curious combinations at the fair of Spancil Hill Then I went to see my old neighbors, to hear what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone and the young ones turning grey I met with the taylor Quigley, He's as brave as ever still Sure he used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill Then I payed a flying visit, to my first and only love She's white as any lily, ah she's gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me, Said Johnny, I love you still Oh she's Mack the ranger's daughter, She's the pride of Spancil Hill I dreampt I stooped and kissed her, As in the days of yore She said "Johnny you're only joking", As many's the time before And the cock it crew in the morning, Oh, It crew both loud and shrill And I woke in California, Many miles from Spancil Hill
Imagine being 23 and having been through enough to have the wistful mind of an old man...
It takes a legend to sing a legendary song……
Well said sir👍
His thoughts have lived on ..unreal
What a beautiful and haunting tale told true by Christy Moore.
This song is too beautiful, what a beautiful rich and cultured people
Love to play and sing this song meself great song
great heart msage from western .au
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Christy Moore u boyo am from Drogheda and love d spanill hill version
23rd June 2024 today. Christy good as ever
Mi canción de enamoramiento
On yourself Christy 👌💚🍀
lovely
It’s only when you are in the pits a gemstone appears hence spancil hill
Lyrics:
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on ramblin' To Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board of a vision, and I followed with a will
And I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill
And delighted by the novelty, enchanted by the scene
Where in my early boyhood, so often I had been
I thought I heard a murmur and I think that I hear it still
It's the little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill
To amuse a passing fancy, I lay down on the ground
Where all my school companions, They shortly gathered 'round
When we were home returning, Oh we danced with right good will
To Martin Moylan's music at the cross of Spancil Hill
It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters, In crowds assembled there
The young, the old, the brave and the bold
Well, they came to sport and to kill
there were curious combinations at the fair of Spancil Hill
Then I went to see my old neighbors, to hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone and the young ones turning grey
I met with the taylor Quigley, He's as brave as ever still
Sure he used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
Then I payed a flying visit, to my first and only love
She's white as any lily, ah she's gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me, Said Johnny, I love you still
Oh she's Mack the ranger's daughter, She's the pride of Spancil Hill
I dreampt I stooped and kissed her, As in the days of yore
She said "Johnny you're only joking", As many's the time before
And the cock it crew in the morning, Oh, It crew both loud and shrill
And I woke in California, Many miles from Spancil Hill
Ti's was my birthday 23rd of June.
Christy sings our soul.
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