Spancill Hill - The Corrs

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

Followed with the wind

Till next I came to anchor at the

Cross near Spancill Hill

T'was on the 23rd June the day

Before the fair

When lreland's sons and daughters

And friends assembled there

The young the old the brave

The bold came their duty to fill

At the parish church at Cluney

Just a mile from Spancill Hill

I went to see my neighbors to

Hear what they might say

The old ones were all dead and

Gone the young one's turning grey

I met the tailor Quigley he's bold as ever still

Sure he used to mend my britches

When I lived at Spancill Hill

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love

She's fair as any lily and gentle as a dove

She threw her arms around me saying

Johnny I love you still

She was Meg the farmers daughter

And the pride of Spancill Hill

She was Meg the farmers daughter

And the pride of Spancill Hill