Last night as I lay dreamin' Of pleasant days gone by
Me mind bein' bent on ramblin' To Ireland's I yielded fly
I stent on board a vision and I followed with a will
And I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spansel Hill
Delighted by the novelty Enchanted by the sea
Where in my early boyhood So often I had been
I thought I heard a murmur And I think I hear it still
It's the little stream of water That flows down Spansel Hill
To amuse a passin' fan who see I lay down on the ground
Where all my school companions They shortly gathered round
When we were home retardnin' We danced with right goodwill
To Martin Moylan's music at The cross of Spansel Hill
It been on the twenty-third of June The day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters In crowns assembled there
The young, the old, the brave, the bold They came to sport and kill
There were curious combinations At the fair of Spansel Hill
I went to see my neighbours To hear what they might say
The old ones were all dent and gone The young ones torn and grey
I meant to wit the tailor Quigley He's as bold as ever still
Sure he used to make me bridges When I lived in Spansel Hill
I went to see my neighbours To hear what they might say



I paid a flyin' visit to My first and only love
She's white as a me lily And gentle as a dove
She threw her arms all round me Sayin' Johnny I love you still
Oh, she's Mac, the ranger's daughter And the pride of Spansel Hill
Oh, I dreamt I stooped and kissed her As in the days of yore
She said, Johnny, you're only jokin' As many as the time before
The conch grew in the mornin' He grew both loud and shrill
And I woke in California Many miles from Spansel Hill