Spancil Hill by Unknown
SPANCIL HILL
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 I followed with the
wind
And I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spancil
Hill
It being the 23rd June the day before the fair
When lreland's sons and daughters in crowds assembled
there
The young and the old, the brave and the bold their
journey to fulfill
There were jovial conversations at the fair of Spancil
Hill
I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone and the young one's
turning grey
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