Lyrics:

One Night As I Lay Dreaming Of Pleasant Days Gone By
my Mind Was Bent On Rambling To Ireland I Did Fly
i Stepped On A Vision And I Followed With The Wind
when At Last I Came To Anchor At The Cross Of Spancill Hill

then On The 23rd Of June The Day Before The Fair
when Irelands Sons And Daughters And Friends Aembled There
the Young, The Old, The Brave And The Bold Came Their Duty To Fulfill
at The Parish Church In Clooney A Mile From Spancill Hill

i Went To See My Neighbours, To Hear What They Might Say
the Old Ones Were All Dead And Gone, And The Young Ones Turning Grey
i Met The Tailor Quigley, Hes As Bold As Ever Still
sure He Used To Make My Britches When I Lived In Spancil Hill

i Paid A Flying Visit To My First And Only Love
shes As Fair As Any Lily And Gentle As A Dove
she Threw Her Arms Around Me, Saying Johnny, I Love You Still
ah Shes Ned, The Farmers Daughter, The Pride Of Spancil Hill

i Dreamt I Held And Kissed Her As In The Days Of Yore
oh Johnny Youre Only Joking, As Manys The Time Before
the C He Crew In The Morning, He Crew Both Loud And Shrill
when I Woke In California, Many Miles From Spancil Hill