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Star of the County Down
Limerick Rake
Raglan Road
Molly Malone
Dirty Old Town
Fiddler’s Green
Spancil Hill
Only Our Rivers
Black Velvet Band
Foggy Dew
Fields of Athenry
Whiskey in the Jar

Spancil Hill

Last night as I lay dreaming
Of pleasant days gone by,
Me mind been bent on rambling,
To Ireland I did fly.
I stepped on board a vision
And I followed with the wind
Next I came to anchor at
The cross in Spancil Hill.

I went to see me neighbours
To see what they might say;
The old ones were all dead and gone,
And the young ones turning grey.
I met with the tailor Quigley,
He’s as bold as ever still;
Sure, he used to make me britches
When I lived at Spancil Hill.

Been on the 23rd of June,
The day before the fair
When Ireland’s sons and daughters
And friends assembled there,
The young, the old, the brave and the bold
Came their duty to fulfill
At the parish church near Clooney,
Many miles from Spancil Hill.

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love.
She’s as white as any lily
And as gentle as a dove,
And she threw her arms around me,
Saying “Johnny, I love you still”.
Oh, she’s Ned, the farmer’s daughter,
The pride of Spancil Hill.

I dreamt I held and kissed her
As in the days of yore.
She said “Johnny, you’re only joking
As many the time before”.
Then the cock he crew in the morning,
He crewed both loud and shrill.
I awoke in California,
Many miles from Spancil Hill.
I awoke in California,
Many miles from Spancil Hill.

—-Michael Considine