Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Capo 1
Tuning DADGAD (Also can be played in standard tuning EADGBE (same chords))
Am x02232
G 5554xx
C x32032
[Verse 1]
Am G Am
Last night as I lay dreaming, of the pleasant days gone by,
Am C G
My mind being bent on rambling and to Erin's Isle I did fly.
Am C G
I stepped on board a vision, I sailed out with a will,
Am G Am
And I quickly came to anchor at my home in Spancilhill.
[Verse 2]
Am G Am
Enchanted with the novelty, delighted with the scenes,
Am C G
Where in my early childhood, I often times have been.
Am C G
I thought I heard a murmur, I think I hear it still,
Am G Am
'Tis that little stream of water at the Cross of Spancilhill.
[Verse 3]
Am G Am
And to amuse my fancy, I lay upon the ground,
Am C G
Where all my school companions, in crowds assembled 'round.
Am C G
Some have grown to manhood, while more their graves did fill,
Am G Am
Oh I thought we were all young like them, at the Cross of Spancilhill.
[Verse 4]
Am G Am
It being on the Sabbath morning, I thought I heard a bell,
Am C G
O'er hills and vallies sounded, in notes that seemed to tell,
Am C G
That Father Dan was coming, his duty to fulfill,
Am G Am
At the parish church of Clooney, just one mile from Spancilhill.
[Verse 5]
Am G Am
And when the sermon ended, we all knelt down in prayer,
Am C G
In hopes for to be ready, to climb the Golden Stairs.
Am C G
And when back home returning, we danced with right good will,
Am G Am
To Martin Moylan's music, at the Cross of Spancilhill.
[Verse 6]
Am G Am
It being on the twenty third of June, the day before the fair,
Am C G
Sure Erin's sons and daughters, they all assembled there.
Am C G
The young, the old, the brave and the bold, came there to sport and kill,
Am G Am
What a curious combination, at the Fair of Spancilhill.
[Verse 7]
Am G Am
I went into my old home, as every stone can tell,
Am C G
The old boreen was just the same, and the apple tree over the well,
Am C G
I missed my sister Ellen, my brothers Pat and Bill,
Am G Am
And I only met strange faces at my home in Spancilhill.
[Verse 8]
Am G Am
I called to see the neighbours, to hear what they might say,
Am C G
The old were getting feeble, and the young ones turning grey.
Am C G
I met with tailor Quigley, he's as stout as ever still,
Am G Am
Sure he used to mend my breeches when I lived in Spancilhill.
[Verse 9]
Am G Am
I paid a flying visit, to my first and only love,
Am C G
She's as pure as any lilly, and as gentle as a dove.
Am C G
She threw her arms around me, saying Mike I love you still,
Am G Am
She is Mack the Rangers daughter, the Pride of Spancilhill.
[Verse 10]
Am G Am
I thought I stooped to kiss her, as I did in days of yore,
Am C G
Says she Mike you're only joking, as you often were before,
Am C G
The cock flew on the roost again, he crew both loud and shrill,
Am G Am
And I woke in California, far far from Spancilhill.
[Verse 11]
Am G Am
But when my vision faded, the tears came in my eyes,
Am C G
In hopes to see that dear old spot, some day before I die.
Am C G
May the Almighty Joyous King of Angels, His Choicest Blessings spill,
Am G Am
On that Glorious spot of Nature, the Cross of Spancilhill.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwoRoAaLyNw (Wait for second verse)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VCKGq19lt1s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGKJDxjIFBc
Tuning DADGAD (Also can be played in standard tuning EADGBE (same chords))
Am x02232
G 5554xx
C x32032
[Verse 1]
Am G Am
Last night as I lay dreaming, of the pleasant days gone by,
Am C G
My mind being bent on rambling and to Erin's Isle I did fly.
Am C G
I stepped on board a vision, I sailed out with a will,
Am G Am
And I quickly came to anchor at my home in Spancilhill.
[Verse 2]
Am G Am
Enchanted with the novelty, delighted with the scenes,
Am C G
Where in my early childhood, I often times have been.
Am C G
I thought I heard a murmur, I think I hear it still,
Am G Am
'Tis that little stream of water at the Cross of Spancilhill.
[Verse 3]
Am G Am
And to amuse my fancy, I lay upon the ground,
Am C G
Where all my school companions, in crowds assembled 'round.
Am C G
Some have grown to manhood, while more their graves did fill,
Am G Am
Oh I thought we were all young like them, at the Cross of Spancilhill.
[Verse 4]
Am G Am
It being on the Sabbath morning, I thought I heard a bell,
Am C G
O'er hills and vallies sounded, in notes that seemed to tell,
Am C G
That Father Dan was coming, his duty to fulfill,
Am G Am
At the parish church of Clooney, just one mile from Spancilhill.
[Verse 5]
Am G Am
And when the sermon ended, we all knelt down in prayer,
Am C G
In hopes for to be ready, to climb the Golden Stairs.
Am C G
And when back home returning, we danced with right good will,
Am G Am
To Martin Moylan's music, at the Cross of Spancilhill.
[Verse 6]
Am G Am
It being on the twenty third of June, the day before the fair,
Am C G
Sure Erin's sons and daughters, they all assembled there.
Am C G
The young, the old, the brave and the bold, came there to sport and kill,
Am G Am
What a curious combination, at the Fair of Spancilhill.
[Verse 7]
Am G Am
I went into my old home, as every stone can tell,
Am C G
The old boreen was just the same, and the apple tree over the well,
Am C G
I missed my sister Ellen, my brothers Pat and Bill,
Am G Am
And I only met strange faces at my home in Spancilhill.
[Verse 8]
Am G Am
I called to see the neighbours, to hear what they might say,
Am C G
The old were getting feeble, and the young ones turning grey.
Am C G
I met with tailor Quigley, he's as stout as ever still,
Am G Am
Sure he used to mend my breeches when I lived in Spancilhill.
[Verse 9]
Am G Am
I paid a flying visit, to my first and only love,
Am C G
She's as pure as any lilly, and as gentle as a dove.
Am C G
She threw her arms around me, saying Mike I love you still,
Am G Am
She is Mack the Rangers daughter, the Pride of Spancilhill.
[Verse 10]
Am G Am
I thought I stooped to kiss her, as I did in days of yore,
Am C G
Says she Mike you're only joking, as you often were before,
Am C G
The cock flew on the roost again, he crew both loud and shrill,
Am G Am
And I woke in California, far far from Spancilhill.
[Verse 11]
Am G Am
But when my vision faded, the tears came in my eyes,
Am C G
In hopes to see that dear old spot, some day before I die.
Am C G
May the Almighty Joyous King of Angels, His Choicest Blessings spill,
Am G Am
On that Glorious spot of Nature, the Cross of Spancilhill.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwoRoAaLyNw (Wait for second verse)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VCKGq19lt1s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGKJDxjIFBc
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