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Letra actual de la canción
Last night as I lay dreamin'<br />Of pleasant days gone by<br />Me mind bein' bent on travelin'<br />To Ireland I did fly<br />I stepped aboard a vision<br />and followed with my will<br />'Til next I came to anchor<br />At the cross near Spancil Hill<br /><br />It being the 23rd of June<br />The day before the fair<br />Where Ireland's sons and daughters<br />In crowds assembled there<br />The young, the old, the brave and the bold<br />They came for sport and kill<br />There were jovial conversations<br />At the cross near Spancil Hill<br /><br />I went to see my neighbours<br />To hear what they might say<br />The old ones were all dead and gone<br />The others turning grey<br />I met with tailor Quigley<br />He's as bold as ever still<br />Sure he used to make my britches<br />When I lived in Spancil Hill<br /><br />I paid a flying visit<br />To my first and only love<br />She's white as any lily<br />And gentle as a dove<br />She threw her arms around me<br />Saying Johnny I love you still<br />She's Meg the farmers daughter<br />And the pride of Spancil Hill<br /><br />I dreamt I stooped and kissed her<br />As in the day of 'ore<br />She said Johnny you're only joking<br />As many the times before<br />The cock crew in the morn'<br />He crew both loud and shrill<br />And I woke in California<br />Many miles from Spancil Hill
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Last night as I lay dreamin'<br />Of pleasant days gone by<br />Me mind bein' bent on travelin'<br />To Ireland I did fly<br />I stepped aboard a vision<br />and followed with my will<br />'Til next I came to anchor<br />At the cross near Spancil Hill<br /><br />It being the 23rd of June<br />The day before the fair<br />Where Ireland's sons and daughters<br />In crowds assembled there<br />The young, the old, the brave and the bold<br />They came for sport and kill<br />There were jovial conversations<br />At the cross near Spancil Hill<br /><br />I went to see my neighbours<br />To hear what they might say<br />The old ones were all dead and gone<br />The others turning grey<br />I met with tailor Quigley<br />He's as bold as ever still<br />Sure he used to make my britches<br />When I lived in Spancil Hill<br /><br />I paid a flying visit<br />To my first and only love<br />She's white as any lily<br />And gentle as a dove<br />She threw her arms around me<br />Saying Johnny I love you still<br />She's Meg the farmers daughter<br />And the pride of Spancil Hill<br /><br />I dreamt I stooped and kissed her<br />As in the day of 'ore<br />She said Johnny you're only joking<br />As many the times before<br />The cock crew in the morn'<br />He crew both loud and shrill<br />And I woke in California<br />Many miles from Spancil Hill
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