Songbook/Spancil Hill

Guitar/Jump Em-D & Am-G Spancil Hill Irish Folk Michael Considine (ca. *1850 - †1873) hexatonic (natural minor and/or dorian) Mjchael The song describes the homesickness of an Irish emigrant in America. The poet Michal Considine was born in the mid-19th century near Spancil Hill, which lies between Ennis and Tulla in the Clare countryside in Ireland. Although the story may be largely fictional, the places and people mentioned in the dongare real. 100px 100px 100px 10px10px10px10px10px10px10px10px 10px10px10px10px10px10px10px10px With tabs Spancil Hill LastAmnight as I layGdreaming, of pleasant days goneAmby, Me mind being bent on rambling, toCIreland I didGfly,Possible execution: MeAmmind being bent on rambling,/BtoCIreland I/C /B /A didGfly,Letters under a fraction bar are single bass notes or incomplete slash chords. The preceding chord must always be assumed to be the root chord. z.B. Am /B C = Am Am/B C IAmstepped on board a vision, andCfollowed with aGwill, Till theAmfirst I came toGanchor at the cross at SpancilAmHill, 2 T'was onAmthe twentyGthird of June, the day before theAmfair, When Ireland's sons and daughters, andCfriends assembledGthere, TheAmyoung the old the brave the bold, theirCduty to fullGfill, At theAmparish Church nearGClooney, a mile from SpancilAmHill. 3 De-Amlighted by theGnovelty, enchanted by theAmscene. Where in me early boyhood whereCoften I hadGbeen. IAmthought I heard a murmur. ICthink I hear itGstill. It's theAmlittle stream ofGwater that flows down SpancilAmHill. 4 To a-Ammuse a passingGfancy, I laid down on theAmground. And all my school companions, theyCshortly gatheredGround. WhenAmwe were home returning, weCdanced with bright goodGwill ToAmMartin Monahan'sGmusic, at the cross at SpancilAmHill. 5 IAmwent to see meGneighbours to see what they mightAmsay, The old one's were all dead and gone, theCyoung one's turningGgrey, IAmmet with tailor Quigley, he's asCbold as everGstill, Sure heAmused to make meGbritches when I lived in SpancilAmHill. 6 IAmpaid a flyingGvisit to my first and onlyAmlove, She's as fair as any lilly asCgently as aGdove, SheAmthrew her arms around me sayingCJohnny I love yeGstill, She wasAmMeg the farmer'sGdaughter, the pride of SpaincilAmHill. 7 IAmdreamt I knelt andGkissed her as in the days ofAmyore Ah, Johnny you're only joking asCmany the time be-Gfore Then theAmcock he crew in the morning, heCcrew both loud andGshrill I a-Amwoke in Cali-Gfornia, many miles from SpancilAmHill Weblinks Spancil Hill Spancil+Hill Spancil Hill Spancil Hill Lagerfeuerdiplom American-Folk Folk-Songs Irish-Folk Lieder auf Englisch