Spancil Hill

Michael Considine's ballad, "Spancil Hill," performed by Canadian musician Jesse Ferguson. Chords and lyrics below. Support this channel on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/JesseFergusonMusic Jesse on Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/ca/artist/jesse-ferguson/309436997 Jesse on YouTube Music: https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCMzLFahwOsdv3v3tKPd_wYA Jesse on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5heCdUhXKjzSB4IepcHbJe Jesse on Amazon Music: https://www.amazon.com/Shanties-Whaling-Ballads-Jesse-Ferguson/dp/B09BCCMSGV/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=%22sea+shanties%22+ferguson&qid=1628462445&s=music&sr=1-1 Jesse's Website: http://www.jessefergusonmusic.com Jesse's Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/bardofcornwall Spancil Hill (traditional, arrang. J. Ferguson, Dec. 2024) V1. Am G Em G Am Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by, Am C G me mind bein’ bent on rambling to Ireland did fly. Am C G Em I stepped aboard a vision and followed with a will, Am G Em G Am till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancil Hill. V2. Delighted by the novelty, enchanted with the scene, where in my early boyhood, where often I had been. I thought I heard a murmur; I think I hear it still. It's the little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill. V3. It being the twenty-third of June, the day before the fair when Ireland’s sons and daughters in crowds assemble there. The young, the old, the brave and bold all came for the sport and the kill. There were jovial conversations at the cross near Spancil Hill. V4. I went to see my neighbours to hear what they might say. The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning grey. I met with tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still. Sure, he used to make me britches when I lived at Spancil Hill. V5. I paid a flying visit to my first and only love; she's white as any lily and gentle as a dove. She threw her arms around me, saying, “Johnny, I love you still.” Sure she’s Meg, the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill. V6. I dreamt I knelt and kissed her as in days of yore. She said, “Johnny, you're only joking as oft’s the time before.” The cock crew in the morning; he crew both loud and shrill, and I woke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill. [repeat last line.]