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Spancil Hill (Cover) by Seth Staton Watkins

Spancil Hill (Cover) by Seth Staton Watkins STREAM HERE: https://open.spotify.com/album/31NvwV... MY LINKS: https://linktr.ee/Sethswatkinsmusic Spancil Hill is a timeless Irish folk ballad penned by Michael Considine (1850–73), a native of Spancil Hill, County Clare, who emigrated to the United States. Written on his deathbed at the young age of 23 in California, the song captures the poignant sorrow of Irish emigrants who longed for their homeland while grappling with life in America. Through vivid imagery and heartfelt verses, Considine reflects on the home and love he would never return to, leaving a legacy that resonates deeply with those who have faced separation and loss. Lyrics: Last night as I lay dreamin' Of pleasant days gone by Me mind bein' bent on rambling To Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with a will Till next I came to anchor at The cross at Spancil Hill It being the 23rd of June The day before the fair Where Ireland's sons and daughters in crowds assembled there The young, the old The brave and the bold came Their joy to fulfill There were jovial conversations at the fair at Spancil Hill I went to see my neighbours to See what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone The young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley He's as bold as ever still He used to make me britches when I lived in Spancil Hill I took a flying visit to my first and only love She's as white as any lily As gentle as a dove She threw her arms around Me, saying "Johnny, I love you still" She is Nell, the farmer's daughter The flower of Spancil Hill I dreamt I held and kissed her As in the days of old She said, "Johnny, you're only joking As many's the time before" Then the cock, he crew in the morning He crew both loud and shrill And I awoke in California Many miles from Spancil Hill