作曲 : Barr, Brennan, Casey ... Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by My mind was bent on rambling, to Boston I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind When next I came to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill It was on the 23rd of June the day before the fair When Boston's sons and daughters and friends assemble there The young, the old, the brave and the bold came a duty to fulfill At the parish church of Thatcher, a mile from Fairmount Hill I went to see old friends there, and see what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray I met the broker Hills, he's as odd as ever still See I used to crash at his mother's house, when I hung on Fairmount Hill I paid a flying visit to my first and only love She's as white as any lily, and as gentle as a dove She threw her arm around me saying "Andy, I love ya still." Oh, she's one Miss Fayes O'Bailey, the pride of Fairmount Hill I dreamt I fought a violent war for the hand of this darling gal Against an angry, jealous foe by the name of Danny Gill The clock it rang in the morning, it rang both loud and shrill When I awoke in California, many miles from Fairmount Hill
作曲 : Barr, Brennan, Casey ... Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by My mind was bent on rambling, to Boston I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind When next I came to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill It was on the 23rd of June the day before the fair When Boston's sons and daughters and friends assemble there The young, the old, the brave and the bold came a duty to fulfill At the parish church of Thatcher, a mile from Fairmount Hill I went to see old friends there, and see what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray I met the broker Hills, he's as odd as ever still See I used to crash at his mother's house, when I hung on Fairmount Hill I paid a flying visit to my first and only love She's as white as any lily, and as gentle as a dove She threw her arm around me saying "Andy, I love ya still." Oh, she's one Miss Fayes O'Bailey, the pride of Fairmount Hill I dreamt I fought a violent war for the hand of this darling gal Against an angry, jealous foe by the name of Danny Gill The clock it rang in the morning, it rang both loud and shrill When I awoke in California, many miles from Fairmount Hill
