Christy Moore - Spancil Hill | live Vicar Street Dublin 2020
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- Опубликовано: 14 янв 2020
- Christy Moore, Spancil Hill, live at Vicar Street, Dublin, Ireland, Tuesday 14 January 2020
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LYRICS
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland's isle did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind
And I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill
Delighted by the novelty, and enchanted with the scene
Where in my early boyhood, as so often I have been
I thought I heard a murmur, I think I hear it still
‘Tis that little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill
To amuse a passing fancy, I lay upon the ground
Where all my school companions shortly gathered round
When we were home returning we danced with right good will
To Martin Moylan's music at the cross of Spancill Hill
It being on the 23rd of June the day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters in crowds assembled there
The young, the old, the brave and the bold, they came to sport and to kill
There were curious combinations at the fair of Spancil Hill
I went to see my old neighbours to hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone and the young ones turning grey
I met with the tailor Quigley, he's as brave as ever still
Sure he used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily and as gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me and said "Johnny I love you still"
Oh she's Mack the Ranger's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I stood and kissed her as in the days of yore
She said, "Johnny you're only joking like many's the time before"
The cock crew in the morning, it crew both loud and shrill
And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill
MORE INFO
'Spancil Hill' is a traditional Irish folk ballad composed by Michael Considine, who was born in Spancil Hill in County Clare and at the age of 20 emigrated to America in search of a better life, where he died in 1873. The poem tells of Michael's longing for home and his yearning for the people he left behind in Ireland. No Irish sing-along is complete without a rendition of 'Spancill Hill', and this particular version is beautifully sung by Christy Moore. 
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Imagine being 23 and having been through enough to have the wistful mind of an old man...
23rd June 2024 today. Christy good as ever
It takes a legend to sing a legendary song……
Well said sir👍
What a beautiful and haunting tale told true by Christy Moore.
His thoughts have lived on ..unreal
Love to play and sing this song meself great song
great heart msage from western .au
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Christy Moore u boyo am from Drogheda and love d spanill hill version
Lyrics:
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on ramblin' To Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board of a vision, and I followed with a will
And I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill
And delighted by the novelty, enchanted by the scene
Where in my early boyhood, so often I had been
I thought I heard a murmur and I think that I hear it still
It's the little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill
To amuse a passing fancy, I lay down on the ground
Where all my school companions, They shortly gathered 'round
When we were home returning, Oh we danced with right good will
To Martin Moylan's music at the cross of Spancil Hill
It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters, In crowds assembled there
The young, the old, the brave and the bold
Well, they came to sport and to kill
there were curious combinations at the fair of Spancil Hill
Then I went to see my old neighbors, to hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone and the young ones turning grey
I met with the taylor Quigley, He's as brave as ever still
Sure he used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
Then I payed a flying visit, to my first and only love
She's white as any lily, ah she's gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me, Said Johnny, I love you still
Oh she's Mack the ranger's daughter, She's the pride of Spancil Hill
I dreampt I stooped and kissed her, As in the days of yore
She said "Johnny you're only joking", As many's the time before
And the cock it crew in the morning, Oh, It crew both loud and shrill
And I woke in California, Many miles from Spancil Hill
On yourself Christy 👌💚🍀
lovely
Christy sings our soul.
It’s only when you are in the pits a gemstone appears hence spancil hill
Ti's was my birthday 23rd of June.
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