{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":2576244,"song":"Spancil Hill","artist":"Christy Moore","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11516841-spancil-hill-chords-by-christy-moore/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/2576244?type=chord","rating":5,"votes":116,"content":"[Verse 1]\r\n[tab]    [ch]Am[/ch]              [ch]G[/ch]                     [ch]Em[/ch]        [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nLast night as I lay dreaming, of pleasant days gone by,[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                   [ch]C[/ch]              [ch]G[/ch]\r\nMe mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly,[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Am[/ch]                               [ch]C[/ch]              [ch]G[/ch]\r\nI stepped on board a vision, and followed with a will,[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]Am[/ch]                  [ch]G[/ch]                             [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nTill the first I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\n[tab]     [ch]Am[/ch]          [ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]Em[/ch]       [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nDelighted by the novelty, Enchanted with the scene,[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                 [ch]C[/ch]           [ch]G[/ch]\r\nWhere in my early boyhood, Where often I had been,[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]Am[/ch]                   [ch]C[/ch]                           [ch]G[/ch]\r\nI thought I heard a murmur, And I think I hear it still[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]Am[/ch]                       [ch]G[/ch]                               [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nIt's the little stream of water, That flows down by Spancil Hill.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\n[tab]     [ch]Am[/ch]              [ch]G[/ch]                    [ch]Em[/ch]      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nTo amuse a passin' fancy, I lay down on the ground,[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                     [ch]C[/ch]                 [ch]G[/ch]\r\nWhere all my school companions, they shortly gathered 'round,[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Am[/ch]                              [ch]C[/ch]                     [ch]G[/ch]\r\nWhen we were home returnin', we danced with right good will,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                  [ch]G[/ch]                              [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nTo Martin Moylan's music at, the cross of Spancil Hill.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]           [ch]G[/ch]                    [ch]Em[/ch]         [ch]Am[/ch]              \r\nTwas on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair, [/tab]\r\n[tab]                            [ch]C[/ch]                           [ch]G[/ch]\r\nWhen Irelands sons and daughters and friends assembled there,[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]Am[/ch]                                     [ch]C[/ch]        [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThe young, the old the brave the bold, their duty to fulfil,[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]Am[/ch]                [ch]G[/ch]                          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAt the parish church near Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 5]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                    [ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]Em[/ch]         [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nI went to see me neighbours, to see what they might say,[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                 [ch]C[/ch]                            [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThe old ones were all dead and gone, they young ones turning grey,[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]Am[/ch]                              [ch]C[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]\r\nI met with tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still,[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]Am[/ch]                    [ch]G[/ch]                          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nSure he used to make me britches, when I lived in Spancil Hill.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 6]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                 [ch]G[/ch]                   [ch]Em[/ch]    [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nI paid a flying visit, to my first and only love,[/tab]\r\n[tab]                        [ch]C[/ch]                       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nShe's as fair as any lily, and as gentle as a dove,[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Am[/ch]                      [ch]C[/ch]                                [ch]G[/ch]\r\nshe through her arms around me, saying Johnny I love ye still,[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]Am[/ch]                   [ch]G[/ch]                           [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nShe was Meg the farmers daughter, and the pride of Spancil Hill.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 7]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                          [ch]G[/ch]             [ch]Em[/ch]      [ch]Am[/ch] \r\nI dreamt I held and kissed her, as in the days of yore,[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                [ch]C[/ch]                          [ch]G[/ch]\r\nShe said, \"Johnny you're only joking, as many's the time before\",[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Am[/ch]                       [ch]C[/ch]                           [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThe cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill,[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]Am[/ch]             [ch]G[/ch]                           [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAnd I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.[/tab]","plain_text":"[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 3]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 4]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 5]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 6]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 7]","chords":["Am","G","Em","C"],"chord_diagrams":{"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"Em":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,0,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,0,0,0]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}