Spancil Hill (Cover) by Seth Staton Watkins

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Spancil Hill is a timeless Irish folk ballad penned by Michael Considine (1850–73), a native of Spancil Hill, County Clare, who emigrated to the United States. Written on his deathbed at the young age of 23 in California, the song captures the poignant sorrow of Irish emigrants who longed for their homeland while grappling with life in America. Through vivid imagery and heartfelt verses, Considine reflects on the home and love he would never return to, leaving a legacy that resonates deeply with those who have faced separation and loss.

Lyrics:
Last night as I lay dreamin'
Of pleasant days gone by
Me mind bein' bent on rambling
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and
I followed with a will
Till next I came to anchor at
The cross at Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd of June
The day before the fair
Where Ireland's sons and daughters
in crowds assembled there
The young, the old
The brave and the bold came
Their joy to fulfill
There were jovial conversations at
the fair at Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to
See what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone
The young ones turning grey
I met the tailor Quigley
He's as bold as ever still
He used to make me britches when
I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily
As gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around
Me, saying "Johnny, I love you still"
She is Nell, the farmer's daughter
The flower of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her
As in the days of old
She said, "Johnny, you're only joking
As many's the time before"
Then the cock, he crew in the morning
He crew both loud and shrill
And I awoke in California
Many miles from Spancil Hill

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