Spancil Hill by The Corrs
Key: GmGm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


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