Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
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My mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
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I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will
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Till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancill Hill
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It was on the 23rd of June the day before the fair
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When lreland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there
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The young, the old, the brave, the bold came their duty to fill
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At the parish church at Cluney just a mile from Spancill Hill
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I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say
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The old ones were all dead and gone the young one's turning grey
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I met the tailor Quigley, he's bold as ever still
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Sure he used to mend my britches when I lived at Spancill Hill
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I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
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She's as fair as any lily and gentle as a dove
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She threw her arms around me saying: John, I love you still
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She was Meg the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancill Hill
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She was Meg the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancill Hill
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Spancill Hill
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| The Corrs |
