Spancill Hill Songtext

von The Corrs

Last night as I lay dreaming,
Of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling,
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision,
And followed with the wind
Till next I came to anchor at,
The cross near Spancill Hill

T'was on the 23rd of June,
The day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters,
And friends assembled there
The young, the old, the brave, the bold,
Came their duty to fill
At the parish church at Cluney,
Just a mile from Spancill Hill

(instrumental)

I went to see my neighbours,
To hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone,
The young one's turning grey
I met the tailor Quigley, he's bold as ever still
Sure he used to make my britches,
When I lived at Spancill Hill

I paid a flying visit,
To my first and only love
She's fair as any lilly,
And gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me,
Saying "Johnny I love you still"
She was Meg the farmers daughter,
And the pride of Spancill Hill
She was Meg the farmers daughter,
And the pride of Spancill Hill

(instrumental outro)