I paid a flying visit
The young one's turning gray
At the parish church at Cluney
Till next I came to anchor
To Ireland I did fly
Sure he used to mend my britches
When I lived at Spancill Hill
'Twas on the 23rd of June
And gentle as a dove
And followed with the wind
At the cross near Spancill Hill
My mind being bent on rambling
The day before the fair
She was Meg the farmer's daughter
To hear what they might say
She was Meg the farmer's daughter
She's fair as any lily
I stepped on board a vision
I met the tailor Quigley
Johnny I love you still
Came their duty to fill
She threw her arms around me saying
To my first and only love
And the pride of Spancill Hill
I went to see my neighbors
The old ones were all dead and gone
The young, the old, the brave, the bold
Just a mile from Spancill Hill
And friends assembled there
He's bold as ever still
When lreland's sons and daughters
