Spancil Hill — текст песни (The Prodigals)

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I boarded with a will
At last I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill.

Chorus: Yippee-yi-yayyyy,
Yippee-yi-yohhhh,
A ghost rider in the sky.

It being on the twenty-third of June the day before the fair
All Ireland`s sons and daughters in crowds assembled there
The young the old the brave the bold, their duties to fulfill
There were pleasant conversations at the foot of Spancil Hill.

I went to see my neighbors to see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone the young ones turning grey
I met old Tailor Quigley, he`s as bold as ever still
He used to mend my britches when I lived at Spancil Hill

I paid a flying visit to me first and only love
She`s as young as any lily and as gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me saying `Johnny I love you still`
She`s Ned the farmer`s daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill

I asked her would she marry me as in the days of yore
She said `Johnny, you`re only joking, as many`s the time before`
The cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.