Added Spancil Hill

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+Last night as I lay dreaming,of the pleasant days gone by, \\
+My mind being bent on rambling and to Erin’s Isle I did fly. \\
+I stepped on board a vision and sailed out with a will, \\
+‘Till I gladly came to anchor at the Cross of Spancil Hill. \\
+
+Enchanted by the novelty, delighted with the scenes, \\
+Where in my early childhood, I often times have been. \\
+I thought I heard a murmur,I think I hear it still, \\
+‘Tis that little stream of water at the Cross of Spancil Hill. \\
+
+And to amuse my fancy, I lay upon the ground, \\
+Where all my school companions, in crowds assembled ’round. \\
+Some have grown to manhood, while more their graves did fill, \\
+Oh I thought we were all young again, at the Cross of Spancil Hill. \\
+
+It being on a Sabbath morning, I thought I heard a bell, \\
+O’er hills and vallies sounded, in notes that seemed to tell, \\
+That Father Dan was coming, his duty to fulfill, \\
+At the parish church of Clooney, just one mile from Spancil Hill. \\
+
+And when our duty did commence, we all knelt down in prayer, \\
+In hopes for to be ready, to climb the Golden Stair. \\
+And when back home returning, we danced with right good will, \\
+To Martin Moilens music, at the Cross of Spancil Hill. \\
+
+It being on the twenty third of June, the day before the fair, \\
+Sure Erin’s sons and daughters, they all assembled there. \\
+The young, the old, the stout and the bold, they came to sport and kill, \\
+What a curious combination, at the Fair of Spancil Hill. \\
+
+I went into my old home, as every stone can tell, \\
+The old boreen was just the same, and the apple tree over the well, \\
+I miss my sister Ellen, my brothers Pat and Bill, \\
+Sure I only met my strange faces at my home in Spancil Hill. \\
+
+I called to see my neighbours, to hear what they might say, \\
+The old were getting feeble, and the young ones turning grey. \\
+I met with tailor Quigley, he’s as brave as ever still, \\
+Sure he always made my breeches when I lived in Spancil Hill. \\
+
+I paid a flying visit, to my first and only love, \\
+She’s as pure as any lily, and as gentle as a dove. \\
+She threw her arms around me, saying Mike I love you still, \\
+She is Mack the Rangers daughter, the Pride of Spancil Hill. \\
+
+I thought I stooped to kiss her, as I did in days of yore, \\
+Says she Mike you’re only joking, as you often were before, \\
+The cock crew on the roost again, he crew both loud and shrill, \\
+And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill. \\
+
+But when my vision faded, the tears came in my eyes, \\
+In hope to see that dear old spot, some day before I die. \\
+May the Joyous King of Angels, his Choicest Blessings spill, \\
+On that Glorious spot of Nature, the Cross of Spancil Hill. \\

music_booklet.lytex

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     \lilypondfile{notes/RisingOfTheMoon.ly}
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     \input{lyrics/RisingOfTheMoon.tex}
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+  
+  \chapter{Spancil Hill}    
+    \lilypondfile{notes/SpancilHill.ly}
+    ~\\ ~\\
+    \input{lyrics/SpancilHill.tex}
+      
   \chapter{The Star of the County Down}    
     \lilypondfile{notes/StarOfTheCountyDown.ly}
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notes/SpancilHill.ly

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+\version "2.16.2"
+
+\header {
+  %title = "Spancil Hill"
+  composer = "Michael Considine"
+}
+
+<<
+  \chords {
+    s4 
+    a1*3/2:m 
+    g 
+    e:m 
+    a1*9/2:m 
+    g1*9/4 
+    e1*3/4:m 
+    a1*3:m 
+    g1*9/4 
+    e1*3/4:m
+    a1*3/2:m
+    g
+    e:m
+    a:m
+  }
+  \relative e''
+  {
+    \time 3/4
+    \key g \major
+    \partial 4 e4 |
+    e2 a,4 |
+    e'2 e4 |
+    d2 b4 |
+    g2 a4 |
+    b d b |
+    a2 g4 |
+    a2.( |
+    a2) e'4 |
+    e2 a4 |
+    a2 b4 |
+    a2 g4 |
+    e2 fis4 |
+    g2 a4 |
+    g fis e |
+    d2.( |
+    d2) e4 |
+    e2 a4 |
+    a2 b4 |
+    a2 g4 |
+    e2 fis4 |
+    g2 a4 |
+    g fis e |
+    d2.( |
+    d4) g fis |
+    e2 a,4 | 
+    e'2 e4 |
+    d2 b4 |
+    g2 a4 |
+    b d b |
+    a2 g4 |
+    a2.( |
+    a2) s4 |
+  }
+>>
+