Solo: Ami G Ami
Ami G Ami
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 I followed with a will
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Till next I came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill
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It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair
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When lreland's sons and daughters, and friends assembled there
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The young, the old, the brave and the bold, came their duty to fulfill
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At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill
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I went to see me neighbors, to see what they might say
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The old ones were all dead and gone, the young one's turning grey
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But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bould as ever still
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Ah he used to make my breetches when I lived in 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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And she threw her arms around me, saying "Johnny, I love you still"
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Oh she's Nell the farmers daughter, and the pride of Spancil Hill
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I dreamt I held and kissed her, as in the days of yore
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Ah, "Johnny you're only joking as many's the time before"
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Then the cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill
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I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.