The High Kings - Spancil Hill текст песни

Текст песни Spancil Hill - The High Kings



Last night as I lay dreaming
Of the pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision
And I followed it with a will
'Til I gladly came to anchor at
The Cross of Spancil Hill
And when our duty did commence,
We all knelt down in prayer
In hopes for to be ready, to climb the Golden Stair
And when back home returning,
We danced with the right good will
Ouh To Martin Moilen's music, at
The Cross of Spancil Hill
It being on the twenty third of June, the day before the fair
Sure Erin's sons and daughters, they were all assembled there
The young and the old, the stout and the bold,
They came to sport and kill
What a curious combination, at the Cross of Spancil Hill
So I paid a flying visit, to my first and only love
She's pure as any lily, and as gentle as a dove
And She threw her arms around me,
Saying Mike I love you still
And she's Mack the Ranger's daughter, and the Pride of Spancil Hill
It being a Sabbath morning, I thought I heard a bell
O'er hills and the vallies sounded, in notes that seemed to tell
Of the Joyous King of Angels, his Choicest Blessings spill
On that Glorious spot of Nature, the Cross of Spancil Hill



Авторы: Traditional, David Morris Pringle


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