I love you still She was Meg the farmer's daughter And the pride of Spancill Hill She was Meg the farmer's daughter And the pride of Spancill Hill
on rambling to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind And I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spancill Hill
Tulkojums: Corrs. Spancill Hill.
bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind And I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spancill Hill
