Me mind being bent on rambling
I stepped on board a pigeon
and I followed with a will
And the next I came to Eintracht,
It'd on the 23rd of Jun e,
When Ireland's sons and daughters
and friends assemble there
At the parish church at Cluny,
I went to see my neighbours
to hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone,
the young ones turning grey
I met with the tailor quickly,
he's as bold as ever still
For he used to mend my britches
when I lived out at Spansville Hill
I'd pet a flying pheasant too,
She's as white as any lily
Well, she threw her arm around me,
saying, Johnny, I love you still
Oh, she's met the farmer's daughter
and the bride of Spenser Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her
Oh Johnny, you're only joking,
like many's a time before
he crew both loud and true
And I awoke in California,
twenty miles from Spancil
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