Luyện nghe bài hát Spancil Hill

Last as I lay dreaming,
of the pleasant gone by,
My being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly.

I stepped on a vision
and followed it a will,
'Til I came to anchor
at the of Spancil Hill.

And our duty did commence, we all knelt down in prayer,
In hopes for to be ready, to climb the Stair.
And back home returning, we danced with right good will,
To Martin Moilen's music, at the of Spancil Hill.

It being on the third of June, the day before the fair,
Sure sons and daughters, they all assembled there.
The young, the old, the and the bold, they came to sport and kill,
What a curious combination, at the of Spancil Hill.

So I paid a visit, to my first and only love,
as pure as any lily, and as gentle as a dove.
She threw her around me, saying Mike I love you still,
And she's Mack the Ranger's daughter, and the of Spancil Hill.

It being a morning, I thought I heard a bell,
O'er and vallies sounded, in notes that seemed to tell
Of the Joyous of Angels, his Choicest Blessings spill,
On that Glorious spot of Nature, the Cross of Hill.