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by Bostondevil » August 21st, 2009, 11:00 pm
There's an Irish folk song called Spancil Hill. I can only remember 3 verses.
"Last night as I lay dreaming, of pleasant days gone by
My mind began to ramble, to Ireland I did fly,
I stepped on board a vision and travelled with the wind, till
Next I came to anchor at The Cross of Spancilhill.
Twas on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair,
When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assemble there
The young, the old, the brave, the bold, come their duty to fill
At the parish church of Clooney, just a mile from Spancilhill.
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love,
She's fair as any lily, as gentle as a dove,
She through her arms around me saying Johnny I love you still
She is Meg the ranger's daughter and the pride of Spancilhill."
There are more verses to the poem that was written by an Irish lad living in California and very homesick for his native Ireland. Sadly he died at age 23 but his poem was set to music by his family and lives on today. The fair in the song is a well-known agricultural fair held on June 23rd in Spancilhill except when the 23rd was a Sunday like in the song. So in honor of Spancilhill, the song and the fair, I put post 623 in the Milestones thread.
Get me drunk when next we meet and I'll sing it for you.
The time is out of joint, O cursed spite!