Lyrics to Spencil Hill
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Last night as I lay dreaming Of pleasant days gone by Me mind being bent on rambling To Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision I followed it with a will And I shortly came to anchor On the shores of Spencil Hill To amuse a passing fancy I lay down on the ground Where all my school companions Quickly gathered round I thought I heard a murmur I think I hear it still It's the little stream of water That flows down Spencil Hill I went to see my neighbors To hear what they would say The old ones were all dead and gone The young ones old and gray I spoke with the tailor, Quigly He's bold as ever still Sure, he used to make my britches When I lived on Spencil Hill I paid a flying visit To my first and only love She's bright as any lily And gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me Saying, "Johnny, I love you still" She's Mack the ranger's daughter And the prize of Spencil Hill I dreamt I stooped and kissed her As in the days of yore She said, "Johnny, you're only joking As many's the time before" The rooster crowed in the morning He crowed both loud and shrill And I awoke in California Many miles from Spencil Hill

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