The Corrs - Spancil hill

Last n^Amight as I lay dr^Geaming of pleasant d^Emays gone ^Amby, My mind being bent on rambling, to ^CIreland I did ^Gfly. I st^Amepped on board a vision and f^Collowed with the w^Gind, Till n^Amext I came to ^Ganchor at the cross near Sp^Emancil H^Amill.

T'was ^Amon the 23rd J^Gune, the day bef^Emore the f^Amair, When lreland's sons and daughters and f^Criends assembled t^Ghere. The y^Amoung, the old, the brave, the bold, c^Came their duty to f^Gill, At the p^Amarish church at Cl^Guney, just a mile from S^Empancil ^AmHill.

I w^Ament to see my n^Geighbors to hear what t^Emhey might ^Amsay: The old ones were all dead and gone; the y^Coung ones, turning g^Gray. I ^Ammet the tailor Quigley, he's b^Cold as ever st^Gill, Sure he u^Amsed to mend my br^Gitches when I lived at S^Empancil ^AmHill.

I p^Amaid a flying v^Gisit to my first and ^Emonly ^Amlove. She's fair as any lily and g^Centle as a d^Gove. She t^Amhrew her arms around me saying &q^Cuot;Johnny, I love y^Gou still". She was ^AmMeg, the farmer's d^Gaughter and the pride of S^Empancil ^AmHill. She was M^Ameg, the farmer's da^Gughter and the pride of S^Empancil ^AmHill.