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57 lines
1.8 KiB
57 lines
1.8 KiB
13 years ago
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\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{Spancil Hill}[by=Traditional]
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\lilypond{spancil_hill}
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\beginverse
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Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
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My mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly.
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I stepped upon a vision and I followed with the wind,
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When next I came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Been on the twenty-third of June the day before the fair
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When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there
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The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill
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At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Delighted by the novelty, enchanted by the scene.
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Where in me early boyhood where often I had been.
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I thought I heard a murmur. I think I hear it still.
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It's the little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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To amuse a passing fancy, I laid down on the ground.
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And all my school companions, they shortly gathered round.
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When we were home returning, we danced with bright good will
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To Martin Monahan's music, at the cross at Spancil Hill.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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I went to see me neighbours to hear what they would say
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The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning grey
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But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still
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Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
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She's as white as any lily, gentle as a dove
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And she threw her arms around me, saying Johnny I love you still
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Ah, she's now a farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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I dreamt I knelt and kissed her as in the days of yore
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Ah, Johnny you're only joking as many the time before
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Then the cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill
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I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill
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\endverse
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\endsong
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