Текст песни: Spancil Hill + перевод

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by

My mind been bents on ramblin' to Ireland I did fly

I stepped on board a vision and followed with the wind

When next I came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill

It bein' the twenty-third of June, the day before the fair

When Ireland sons and daughters in crowds assembled there

The young, the old, the brave and the bold, their journeys to fulfill

There was jovial conversation at the cross of Spancil Hill

And I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say

But the old ones were all dead and gone and the young ones turnin' gray

And I met with the tailor Quigley, he’s as bold as ever still

He used to make me breeches when I lived in Spancil Hill

I paid a flying visit to my one and only love

She’s as white as any lily, she’s as gentle as the dove

And she threw her arms around me sayin' «Johnny, I love you still»

She is Nell, the farmer’s daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill

I dreamt I hugged and kissed her as in the days of yore

But she said «Johnny you’re only jokin', as many as the time before»

And the cock, he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill

I awoke in California ayy, many miles from Spancil Hill

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