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Last night, as I lay dreaming
Of pleasant days gone by,
My mind`s been bent on rambling,
To Ireland I did fly.
I stepped aboard a vision
And followed with the wind
`Til at last I came to anchor at
The cross near Spancill Hill.
.
`Twas on the 23rd of June,
The day before the fair,
When Ireland`s sons and daughters
And friends assembled there.
The young, the old, the brave, the bold
Came their duty to fill
To the parish church at Cluney
Just a mile from Spancill Hill.
.
I went to see my neighbours,
To hear waht they might say.
The old ones were all dead and gone,
The young ones turning grey.
I met the tailor Quigley,
He`s bold as ever still;
Sure, he used to mend my britches
When I lived at Spancill Hill.
.
I paid a flying visit
To my first and only love;
She's fair as any lily
And gentle as a dove.
She threw her arms around me, saying
"Johnny, I love you still!"
She was Meg the farmer`s daughter
And the pride of Spancill Hill.
(The Corrs; исполняется под акустическую гитару, скрипку и бойран)
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Почти полностью повторил прошлогодний закат. Только на сей раз камера немного другая. Даже забавно сравнить.
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Красота! Такие виды никогда не надоедают!
...
Last night, as I lay dreaming
Of pleasant days gone by,
My mind`s been bent on rambling,
To Ireland I did fly.
I stepped aboard a vision
And followed with the wind
`Til at last I came to anchor at
The cross near Spancill Hill.
.
`Twas on the 23rd of June,
The day before the fair,
When Ireland`s sons and daughters
And friends assembled there.
The young, the old, the brave, the bold
Came their duty to fill
To the parish church at Cluney
Just a mile from Spancill Hill.
.
I went to see my neighbours,
To hear waht they might say.
The old ones were all dead and gone,
The young ones turning grey.
I met the tailor Quigley,
He`s bold as ever still;
Sure, he used to mend my britches
When I lived at Spancill Hill.
.
I paid a flying visit
To my first and only love;
She's fair as any lily
And gentle as a dove.
She threw her arms around me, saying
"Johnny, I love you still!"
She was Meg the farmer`s daughter
And the pride of Spancill Hill.
(The Corrs; исполняется под акустическую гитару, скрипку и бойран)