Last night as I lay dreamin' Of pleasant days gone byMe mind bein' bent on ramblin' To Ireland's I yielded flyI stent on board a vision and I followed with a willAnd I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spansel HillDelighted by the novelty Enchanted by the seaWhere in my early boyhood So often I had beenI thought I heard a murmur And I think I hear it stillIt's the little stream of water That flows down Spansel HillTo amuse a passin' fan who see I lay down on the groundWhere all my school companions They shortly gathered roundWhen we were home retardnin' We danced with right goodwillTo Martin Moylan's music at The cross of Spansel HillIt been on the twenty-third of June The day before the fairWhen Ireland's sons and daughters In crowns assembled thereThe young, the old, the brave, the bold They came to sport and killThere were curious combinations At the fair of Spansel HillI went to see my neighbours To hear what they might sayThe old ones were all dent and gone The young ones torn and greyI meant to wit the tailor Quigley He's as bold as ever stillSure he used to make me bridges When I lived in Spansel HillI went to see my neighbours To hear what they might sayI paid a flyin' visit to My first and only loveShe's white as a me lily And gentle as a doveShe threw her arms all round me Sayin' Johnny I love you stillOh, she's Mac, the ranger's daughter And the pride of Spansel HillOh, I dreamt I stooped and kissed her As in the days of yoreShe said, Johnny, you're only jokin' As many as the time beforeThe conch grew in the mornin' He grew both loud and shrillAnd I woke in California Many miles from Spansel Hill