Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will
Till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancill Hill
It was on the 23rd of 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 as fair as any lily and gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me saying: John, I love you still
She was Meg the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancill Hill
She was Meg the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancill Hill