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 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 Spancin Hill
I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone
the young one's turning grey
I met the tailor Quigey, he's bold as ever still
Sure he used to mend my britches when I lived at Spancill Hill
I paid a fliying visit to my first and only love
She's fair as any lily 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 pridge og Spancill Hill
She was Meg the farmers daughter and the pridge og Spancill Hill