Paddy Reilly - Spancil Hill, аккорды

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Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by 
      
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My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly 
    
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I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will 
     
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Til next I came to anchor at the cross in Spancil Hill 
 
 
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It being on the twenty-third of June the day before the fair 
            
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When Irelands sons and daughters and friends assembled there 
     
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The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty 
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At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill 
 
 
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Delighted by the novelty, enchanted by the scene. 
 
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Where in me early boyhood where often I had been. 
 
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I thought I heard a murmur and I think I hear it still. 
 
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It's the little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill. 
 
 
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I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say 
 
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The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning grey 
 
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I met with the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still 
 
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Sure, he used to make me britches when I lived at Spancil Hill 
 
 
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I paid a flying visit to my first and only love 
 
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She's as white as any lily, and as gentle as a dove 
 
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She threw her arms around me, saying Johnny I love you still 
 
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She's Ned, the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill 
 
 
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I dreamt I knelt and kissed her as in the days of yore 
 
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She said Johnny you're only joking as many the time before 
 
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The cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill 
 
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When I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill