Текст песни Spancill 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 leapt 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 a right good will
Ooh to Martin Moilen's music, at the Cross of Spancil Hill
It being on the 23rd 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
But 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 ya' 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 valleys sounded, in notes that seemed to tell
Of the Glorious King of Angels, his Choicest Blessings spill
On that Glorious spot of Nature, the Cross of Spancil Hill