Artisto: | Irish Folk (English) |
Uzanto: | TA52477 |
Daŭro: | 200 sekundoj |
Komenca paŭzo: | 12 sekundoj |
Tononoma sistemo: | Ne definita |
Sakra: | |
Komentoj pri tabulaturo: | - |
Am Asus Am Asus x 2
Am G Em Am
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by,
C G
My mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland´s Ile did fly.
Am C G
I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will,
Am G Em Am
And I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill.
Am G Em Am
It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair,
C G
When lreland's sons and daughters were all assembled there.
Am C G
The young, the old, the brave, the bold, their duty to fulfill,
Am G Em Am
At the parish church near Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill.
Am G Em Am
I went to see my neighbors to see what they might say.
C G
The old ones were all dead and gone; the young ones, turning gray.
Am C G
I met with tailor Quigley, he's a bould as ever still,
Am G Em Am
Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill.
Am G Em Am
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love.
C G
She's fair as any lily and gentle as a dove.
Am C G
She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny, I love you still".
Am G Em Am
Oh she´s Mag, the farmer´s daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill.
Am G Em Am
I dreamt I held and kissed her, as in the days of yore.
C G
She said, "Johnny you´re only joking, as many´s the time before".
Am C G
The cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill.
Am G Em Am
And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.