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Thread #111958   Message #2363467
Posted By: GUEST,davidc
11-Jun-08 - 02:42 PM
Thread Name: Spansel Hill
Subject: Spansel Hill
I am looking for someone who can fill in the blanks for the American/Irish folk song, "Spansel Hill" Spansel is a locale in Ireland, but my search for the song or even a hill named Spansel Hill have been in vain. Here are the words I know:

Last night, as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind bein' bent on ramblin', to Ireland I did fly.
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the will.
When the next I came to anchor at the cross at Spansel Hill.

Bein' on the ____________, the day before the fair.
When Ireland's sons and daughters in crowds assembled there.
The young, the old, the brave and the bold their duties to fulfill
At the parish church near _____Gloaming?) a mile from Spansel Hill

I went to see me neighbors, to see what they might say.
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray.
I went to the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still
Oh, he used to make me britches when I lived at Spansel Hill.

I went to see me Jenny, my first and only love.
She's fair as any lilly, as gentle as a dove.
She threw her arms around me, saying "Johnny, I love you still"
Oh, she's yet the farmer's daughter, and the pride of Spansel Hill.

I dreampt I knelt and kissed her, as in the days of yore.
"Oh, Johnny, your only joking, as many the times before".
The cock, he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill.
When I woke in Califoriay many a mile from Spansel Hill.