L^Bmast night as I lay drea^Aming of pleasant days gone b^Bmy M^Bmy mind being bent on rambling to Ire^Dland I did f^Aly I^Bm stepped on board a vision and I fol^Dlowed with the w^Aind A^Bmnd I shortly came to an^Achor at the cross of Spa^Bmncil Hill It being the 23rd of June the day before the fair When lreland's sons and daughters all assembled there The young and the old, the brave and the bold their journey to fulfill But the little church in Cloony a mile from Spancil Hill I went to see my neighbors to see what they would say The old ones were all dead and gone and the young one's turning grey I met with tailor Quigley, he's as bould as ever still Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill I paid the fly and visit to my first and only love She's as fair as any lily and as gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny I love you still " Oh she's Ned the rangers daughter and the flower of Spancil HiII I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore She said, "Johnny you're only joking as many's the time before" The cock crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.