¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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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