Spancil Hill

Are you enjoying yourselves? (Yes!)

That's good, fair play

I'm going to do a, a song from the County Clare (yeah)

Excuse me, would you leave please?

I learned this ol' song from a great pal of mine

We used to play around sessions

And eh, we were in New York one time

That's years and years ago

And they'd write in the paper and say

We're going on tour of New York, and Boston

And America generally

You'd be over there, stuck in a pub

With no money in your pocket, wishing you were at home, you know?

Everybody thought it was great while you were away

But anyway, I got this song from the late, great Dr. Tony Loch Nann

From Faykill County, Clare in a bar in Boston

He wrote it in the back of a cigarette

A carol cigarette packet in fact, and I still have it

A lot of people thought I wrote this song

Because I came back and started singing it all over the place

But it's a little even old song, it's called'Spancil Hill'

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by

Me mind was bent on rambling to Ireland, I did fly

I stepped onboard a vision, I followed with the wind

When next 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, friends assembled there

The young, the old, the brave, and the bold came their duty to fulfill

At the Parish church at Clooney, a mile from Spancill Hill

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love

She's as white as any lily, gentle as a dove

She threw her arms around me, saying, "Johnny, I love you still"

As she's Ned, the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill

I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore

At Johnny, you're only joking as many a time before

When the cock, he'd crow in the morning

Shirley Crewe, both loud and shrill

When I woke in California

Many miles from Spancil Hill

Thank you very much

I promise

Thank you very much