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 late last I came to anchor

At the cross of Spancill Hill

It was on the twenty-third 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

Their duty to for fill

At the parish church near Cluney

A mile from Spancill Hill

I went to see my neighbors

To say what they might say

The old ones were all dead and gone

The young one's turning gray

I met the tailor quickly

He's as bold as ever still

He used to mend my britches

When I lived at Spancill Hill

Lalaaaa

Hmmm

I paid a flying visit

To my first and only love

She's white as any lily

And gentle as a dove

She threw her arms around me saying

Johnny I love you still

She's now the farmer's daughter

And the pride of Spancill Hill

I dreamt I held and kissed her over

As in the day of yore

She said Johnny you're only joking

As many a time before

The cock he crew in the morning

He crew both loud and shrill

And I woke in California

Many miles from Spancil Hill

Dada ooh dada

Dadada

Dada ooh dada

Dadada

Dada oooh

Dadada