Spancill Hill
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Spancill Hill is a traditional Irish folk song which bemoans the plight of the Irish immigrants who so longed for home from their new lives in America, many of them who went to California with the Gold Rush. This song is sung by a man who longs for his home in Spancill Hill and the friends and the love he left there.
- One night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
- My mind was bent on rambling to lreland I did fly
- I stepped on a vision and I followed with the wind,
- When at last I came to anchor at the cross of Spancill Hill.
- Then on the 23rd of June the day before the fair,
- When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there.
- The young and the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill
- At the Parish Church in Clooney a mile from Spancill Hill.
- I went to see my neighbours to see how they did fare,
- The old ones were all dead and gone the young ones turning grey.
- I met with tailor Quigley he's as funny as ever still,
- And I used to patch his britches when I lived in Spancill Hill.
- I paid a flying visit to my one and only love,
- She's as gentle as a puppy and as pretty as a doll
- She threw her arms around me saying, "Johnny I love you still,"
- Sure she's Ned the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancill Hill.
- [Alt: She was Meg, the farmer's daughter, and the pride of Spancill Hill.]
- I dreamt I held and kissed her as many a time before,
- Oh Johnny you're only joking as many a time before.
- The cock he crowed in the morning, he crowed both clear and shrill,
- And I woke in California many miles from Spancill Hill.
