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[Intro] Am Asus Am Asus x 2 Am G Em Am Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by, C G My mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly. Am C G I stepped on board a vision and followed with the wind, Am G Em Am Till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancil Hill. Am Asus Am Asus x 2 Am G Em Am T'was on the 23rd June, the day before the fair, C G When lreland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there. Am C G The young, the old, the brave, the bold, came their duty to fill, Am G Em Am At the parish church at Cluney, just a mile from Spancil Hill. Am Asus Am Asus x 2 Am G Em Am I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say: C G The old ones were all dead and gone; the young ones, turning gray. Am C G I met the tailor Quigley, he's bold as ever still, Am G Em Am Sure he used to mend my britches when I lived at Spancil Hill. Am Asus Am Asus x 2 Am G Em Am I paid a flying visit to my first and only love. C G She's fair as any lily and gentle as a dove. Am C G She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny, I love you still". Am G Em Am She was Meg, the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill. Am G Em Am She was Meg, the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill.
