
Ireland You’re My Home by Megan O’Neill – Choral Scholars of UCD

Music is Therapy


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 the wind
Till first 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
And friends assembled there
The young, the old
The brave and the bold came
Their duty to fulfill
At the parish church near Clooney
A mile from 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 mend my britches when
I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one 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 pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her
As in the days of old
Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking
As many’s the time before”
But the cock, he crew in the morning
He crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California
Many miles from Spancil Hill
Source: LyricFind
Spancil Hill lyrics © Bardis Music, Usa Attn: Peter Bardon

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 the wind
Till first 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
And friends assembled there
The young, the old
The brave and the bold came
Their duty to fulfill
At the parish church near Clooney
A mile from 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 mend my britches when
I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one 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 pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her
As in the days of old
Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking
As many’s the time before”
But the cock, he crew in the morning
He crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California
Many miles from Spancil Hill
Source: LyricFind
Spancil Hill lyrics © Bardis Music, Usa Attn: Peter Bardon

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 the wind
Till first 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
And friends assembled there
The young, the old
The brave and the bold came
Their duty to fulfill
At the parish church near Clooney
A mile from 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 mend my britches when
I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one 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 pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her
As in the days of old
Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking
As many’s the time before”
But the cock, he crew in the morning
He crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California
Many miles from Spancil Hill
Source: LyricFind
Spancil Hill lyrics © Bardis Music, Usa Attn: Peter Bardon

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 the wind
Till first 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
And friends assembled there
The young, the old
The brave and the bold came
Their duty to fulfill
At the parish church near Clooney
A mile from 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 mend my britches when
I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one 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 pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her
As in the days of old
Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking
As many’s the time before”
But the cock, he crew in the morning
He crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California
Many miles from Spancil Hill
Source: LyricFind
Spancil Hill lyrics © Bardis Music, Usa Attn: Peter Bardon

5,606,031 views•20 Nov 2006 16K859ShareSavekellyoneill 38.9K subscribers
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Lyrics
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Kavanagh Patrick / Knopfler Mark
Raglan Road lyrics © Straitjacket Songs Ltd., Sgo Music Publishing Ltd.,

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 the wind
Till first 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
And friends assembled there
The young, the old
The brave and the bold came
Their duty to fulfill
At the parish church near Clooney
A mile from 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 mend my britches when
I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one 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 pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her
As in the days of old
Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking
As many’s the time before”
But the cock, he crew in the morning
He crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California
Many miles from Spancil Hill
Source: LyricFind
Spancil Hill lyrics © Bardis Music, Usa Attn: Peter Bardon

5,606,031 views•20 Nov 2006 16K859ShareSavekellyoneill 38.9K subscribers
https://www.youtube.com › watch
Lyrics
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Kavanagh Patrick / Knopfler Mark
Raglan Road lyrics © Straitjacket Songs Ltd., Sgo Music Publishing Ltd.,

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 the wind
Till first 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
And friends assembled there
The young, the old
The brave and the bold came
Their duty to fulfill
At the parish church near Clooney
A mile from 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 mend my britches when
I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one 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 pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her
As in the days of old
Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking
As many’s the time before”
But the cock, he crew in the morning
He crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California
Many miles from Spancil Hill
Source: LyricFind
Spancil Hill lyrics © Bardis Music, Usa Attn: Peter Bardon

5,606,031 views•20 Nov 2006 16K859ShareSavekellyoneill 38.9K subscribers
https://www.youtube.com › watch
Lyrics
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Kavanagh Patrick / Knopfler Mark
Raglan Road lyrics © Straitjacket Songs Ltd., Sgo Music Publishing Ltd.,