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Christy Moore Spancil Hill live Vicar Street Dublin 2020
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Christy Moore, Spancil Hill, live at Vicar Street, Dublin, Ireland, Tuesday 14 January 2020 • #Christymoore #Spancilhill • LYRICS • Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by • My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland's isle did fly • I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind • And I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill • Delighted by the novelty, and enchanted with the scene • Where in my early boyhood, as so often I have been • I thought I heard a murmur, I think I hear it still • ‘Tis that little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill • To amuse a passing fancy, I lay upon the ground • Where all my school companions shortly gathered round • When we were home returning we danced with right good will • To Martin Moylan's music at the cross of Spancill Hill • It being on the 23rd of June the day before the fair • When Ireland's sons and daughters in crowds assembled there • The young, the old, the brave and the bold, they came to sport and to kill • There were curious combinations at the fair of Spancil Hill • I went to see my old neighbours to hear what they might say • The old ones were all dead and gone and the young ones turning grey • I met with the tailor Quigley, he's as brave as ever still • Sure he used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill • I paid a flying visit to my first and only love • She's as white as any lily and as gentle as a dove • She threw her arms around me and said Johnny I love you still • Oh she's Mack the Ranger's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill • I dreamt I stood and kissed her as in the days of yore • She said, Johnny you're only joking like many's the time before • The cock crew in the morning, it crew both loud and shrill • And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill • • MORE INFO • 'Spancil Hill' is a traditional Irish folk ballad composed by Michael Considine, who was born in Spancil Hill in County Clare and at the age of 20 emigrated to America in search of a better life, where he died in 1873. The poem tells of Michael's longing for home and his yearning for the people he left behind in Ireland. No Irish sing-along is complete without a rendition of 'Spancill Hill', and this particular version is beautifully sung by Christy Moore.
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