Last night
as I lay dreaming
Of pleasant days gone by
Me mind being bent on rambling
To Ireland I declined
I stepped on board a pigeon
and I followed with a will
And the next I came to Eintracht,
across at Spanserville
It'd on the 23rd of Jun e,
the day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters
and friends assemble there
The young, the old,
the brave and the bold,
their duties to fulfill
At the parish church at Cluny,
a mile from Spanson Hill
I went to see my neighbours
to hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone,
the young ones turning grey
I met with the tailor quickly,
he's as bold as ever still
For he used to mend my britches
when I lived out at Spansville Hill
I'd pet a flying pheasant too,
my first and only love
She's as white as any lily
and as gentle as a dog
Well, she threw her arm around me,
saying, Johnny, I love you still
Oh, she's met the farmer's daughter
and the bride of Spenser Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her
like in the days of yore
Oh Johnny, you're only joking,
like many's a time before
For the cock,
he crew in the morning,
he crew both loud and true
And I awoke in California,
twenty miles from Spancil
Hill
Hey!