Spancil Hill

Last (Am) night as I lay drea(G)ming of pleasant days gone (Am) by, 
My (Am) mind being bent on rambling to Ire(C)land I did (G)fly, 
I (Am) stepped on board a vision and (C) I followed with the (G) wind,
And I (Am) shortly came to (G) anchor at the cross of Spancil (Am) Hill,

It being the 23rd June the day before the fair,
When lreland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there,
The young and the old, the brave and the bold their journey to fulfill,
At the parish church in Clooney a mile from Spancil Hill,

I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say,
The old ones were all dead and gone and the young one's turning grey, 
I met with the tailor Quigley, he's a bould as ever still,
Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill,

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love,
She's as fair as any lily and as gentle as a dove,
She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny I love you still",
Oh she's Ned the farmers daughter and the flower of Spancil HiII,

I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of yore,
She said, "Johnny you're only joking like many's the time before",
The cock he crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill,
And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.
This song was written by a man named Michael Considine.
It deals with the longing of an Irish man to return home from
California to see his loved ones and his native land once more. 
Now there are many versions of this song with slightly different 
lyrics and extra versions but this is the one I play.
If anyone wants another version please comment saying so.