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One night as he lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
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His mind being bent on rambling to lreland he did fly
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he stepped on a vision and he followed with the wind,
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when at last he came to anchor at the cross of Spancill Hill.
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Then on the 23rd of June the day before the fair,
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When Ireland¡¯s sons and daughters and
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friends assembled there.
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The young and the old, the brave and
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the bold cametheir dutie to fulfill
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At the Parish Church in Clooney a mile from Spancill Hill.
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He went to see his neighbours to see how they did fare,
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The old ones were all dead and gone
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the young ones turning grey.
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He met with tailor Quigley he¡¯s as funny as ever still,
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Johnny used to patch his britches
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when he lived in Spancill Hill.
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He paid a flying visit to his one and only love,
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She¡¯s as gentle as a puppy and as pretty as a doll
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She threw her arms around me saying,
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Johnny I love you still,
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Sure she¡¯s Ned the farmer¡¯s daughter and the pride of Spancill Hill.
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He dreamt he held, he kissed her as many a time before,
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Oh Johnny you¡¯re only joking as many a time before.
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The cock he crowed in the morning he crowed
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both clear and shrill,
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He awoke in California many miles from Spancill Hill.
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Spancill Hill
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Hazel O'Connor |