Intro: Gm Gsus Gm Gsus x 2 Gm F Dm Gm Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by, A# F My mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly. Gm A# F I stepped on board a vision and followed with the wind, Gm F Dm Gm Till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancil Hill. Gm Gsus Gm Gsus x 2 Gm F Dm Gm T'was on the 23rd June, the day before the fair, A# F When lreland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there. Gm A# F The young, the old, the brave, the bold, came their duty to fill, Gm F Dm Gm At the parish church at Cluney, just a mile from Spancil Hill. Gm Gsus Gm Gsus x 2 Gm F Dm Gm I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say: A# F The old ones were all dead and gone; the young ones, turning gray. Gm A# F I met the tailor Quigley, he's bold as ever still, Gm F Dm Gm Sure he used to mend my britches when I lived at Spancil Hill. Gm Gsus Gm Gsus x 2 Gm F Dm Gm I paid a flying visit to my first and only love. A# F She's fair as any lily and gentle as a dove. Gm A# F She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny, I love you still". Gm F Dm Gm She was Meg, the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill. Gm F Dm Gm She was Meg, the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill.
