Solo: Ami G Ami Ami G Ami Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone byAmi C G My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did flyAmi C G I stepped on board a vision and I followed with a willAmi G Ami Till next I came to anchor at the cross of Spancil HillAmi G Ami It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fairAmi C G When lreland's sons and daughters, and friends assembled thereAmi C G The young, the old, the brave and the bold, came their duty to fulfillAmi G Ami At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil HillAmi G Ami I went to see me neighbors, to see what they might sayAmi C G The old ones were all dead and gone, the young one's turning greyAmi C G But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bould as ever stillAmi G Ami Ah he used to make my breetches when I lived in Spancil HillAmi G Ami I paid a flying visit to my first and only loveAmi C G She's as white as any lily and as gentle as a doveAmi C G And she threw her arms around me, saying "Johnny, I love you still"Ami G Ami Oh she's Nell the farmers daughter, and the pride of Spancil HillAmi G Ami I dreamt I held and kissed her, as in the days of yoreAmi C G Ah, "Johnny you're only joking as many's the time before"Ami C G Then the cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrillAmi G Ami I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.