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Spancil Hill Corrs
Last n[Am]ight as I lay dr[G]eaming of pleasant d[Em]ays gone [Am]by,
My mind being bent on rambling, to [C]Ireland I did [G]fly.
I st[Am]epped on board a vision and f[C]ollowed with the w[G]ind,
Till n[Am]ext I came to [G]anchor at the cross near Sp[Em]ancil H[Am]ill.
Am Asus Am Asus x 2
T'was [Am]on the 23rd J[G]une, the day bef[Em]ore the f[Am]air,
When lreland's sons and daughters and f[C]riends assembled t[G]here.
The y[Am]oung, the old, the brave, the bold, c[C]ame their duty to f[G]ill,
At the p[Am]arish church at Cl[G]uney, just a mile from S[Em]pancil [Am]Hill.
Am Asus Am Asus x 2
I w[Am]ent to see my n[G]eighbors to hear what t[Em]hey might [Am]say:
The old ones were all dead and gone; the y[C]oung ones, turning g[G]ray.
I [Am]met the tailor Quigley, he's b[C]old as ever st[G]ill,
Sure he u[Am]sed to mend my br[G]itches when I lived at S[Em]pancil [Am]Hill.
Am Asus Am Asus x 2
I p[Am]aid a flying v[G]isit to my first and [Em]only [Am]love.
She's fair as any lily and g[C]entle as a d[G]ove.
She t[Am]hrew her arms around me saying "J[C]ohnny, I love you st[G]ill".
She was [Am]Meg, the farmer's d[G]aughter and the pride of S[Em]pancil [Am]Hill.
She was M[Am]eg, the farmer's da[G]ughter and the pride of S[Em]pancil [Am]Hill.
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