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Spancil Hill lyrics and chords Recorded by Christy Moore with Shane MacGowan, The Wolfe Tones, also by Johnny McEvoy. the sheet music and tin whistle notes are included.  Written by Michael Considine Spancil Hill is between Ennis and Tulla County Clare The song dates back to the 1870s.
 

Last[Am] night as I lay[G] dreaming,of pleasant days gone[Am] by,
Me mind being bent on rambling,to[C] Ireland I did[G] fly,
I[Am] stepped on board a vision,and[C] followed with a[G] will,
Till the[Am] first I came to[G] anchor at the cross at Spancil[Am] Hill,
[2]
T'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 the bold,thier duty to full fill,
At the parish Church near Clooney,a mile from Spancil Hill.
[3]
I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say,
The old one's were all dead and gone,the young one's turning grey,
I met with tailor Quigley,he's as bold as ever still,
Sure he used to make me britches when I lived in Spancil Hill.
[4]
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love,
She's as fair as any lilly as gently as a dove,
She threw her arms around me saying Johnny I love ye still,
She was Meg the farmer's daughter,the pride of Spaincil Hill.
 

How to play Spancil Hill on the guitar, the video is of myself. It's here to help you learn the song and when to change the chords. I use a capo on the second fret, it's optional, you don't have to use one.
Sheet music and tin whistle notes for below.

The Dubliner's version with Jim McCann singing is in
the key of Dm and uses the chords below.
[Dm]Last night as I lay [C]dreaming, of pleasant days gone Dm]by,
Me mind being bent on rambling, to [C]Ireland I did [G]fly.
I [Dm]stepped on board a vision and I [C]followed with the [G]will,
'Til [Dm]next I came to [C]anchor at the Cross of Spancil[Dm]hill.

Christy Moore And Shane MacGowan
Christy And Shane Sing Spancil Hill

spancil hill sheet music

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Original Song Lyrics
Last night as I lay dreaming, of the pleasant days gone by,
My mind being bent on rambling and to Erin's Isle I did fly.
I stepped on board a vision and sailed out with a will,
'Till I gladly came to anchor at the Cross of Spancilhill.

Enchanted by the novelty, delighted with the scenes,
Where in my early childhood, I often times have been.
I thought I heard a murmur, I think I hear it still,
'Tis that little stream of water at the Cross of Spancilhill.

And to amuse my fancy, I lay upon the ground,
Where all my school companions, in crowds assembled 'round.
Some have grown to manhood, while more their graves did fill,
Oh I thought we were all young again, at the Cross of Spancilhill.

It being on a Sabbath morning, I thought I heard a bell,
O'er hills and vallies sounded, in notes that seemed to tell,
That Father Dan was coming, his duty to fulfill,
At the parish church of Clooney, just one mile from Spancilhill.

And when our duty did commence, we all knelt down in prayer,
In hopes for to be ready, to climb the Golden Stair.
And when back home returning, we danced with right good will,
To Martin Moilens music, at the Cross of Spancilhill.

It being on the twenty third of June, the day before the fair,
Sure Erin's sons and daughters, they all assembled there.
The young, the old, the stout and the bold, they came to sport and kill,
What a curious combination, at the Fair of Spancilhill.

I went into my old home, as every stone can tell,
The old boreen was just the same, and the apple tree over the well,
I miss my sister Ellen, my brothers Pat and Bill,
Sure I only met my strange faces at my home in Spancilhill.

I called to see my neighbors, to hear what they might say,
The old were getting feeble, and the young ones turning grey.
I met with tailor Quigley, he's as brave as ever still,
Sure he always made my breeches when I lived in Spancilhill.

I paid a flying visit, to my first and only love,
She's as pure as any lilly, and as gentle as a dove.
She threw her arms around me, saying Mike I love you still,
She is Mack the Rangers daughter, the Pride of Spancilhill.

I thought I stooped to kiss her, as I did in days of yore,
Says she Mike you're only joking, as you often were before,
The cock crew on the roost again, he crew both loud and shrill,
And I awoke in California, far far from Spancilhill.

But when my vision faded, the tears came in my eyes,
In hope to see that dear old spot, some day before I die.
May the Joyous King of Angels, His Choicest Blessings spill,
On that Glorious spot of Nature, the Cross of Spancilhill.

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