Find an English song, What Mountain, which tells the love story that Scots miss their hometown after immigrating to the United States, and the female voice sings it. . .

The song "Spanchil Mountain" sung by Kerr band originated from a poem called "Spanchil Mountain". Michael Considine was born in 1850.

1870 immigrated to the United States from Spanhill.

Deep melancholy. The seemingly simple melody hides how much sadness and heaviness.

The melody in place has no long range, but every word hurts. The sound of the piano is sung repeatedly, and the violin behind it lengthens the sadness.

An unknown Irish song, safe and simple.

English Lyrics of Spencer Hill

Last night, I was lying in bed, dreaming that the good days had passed.

I was bent on roaming in Ireland, and I really flew.

I set foot on a vision and followed it with will.

Until the next stop, I anchored at the cross near Mount Spencer.

It was June 23rd, the day before the fair.

When Irish children and friends gathered there,

Young, old, brave and brave people all come to perform their duties.

At Clooney parish church, a mile from Spanhill.

I'll meet my neighbors and listen to what they have to say.

The old ones are all dead, and the young ones have turned white.

I met the tailor quigley, who was as bold as ever.

Of course, when I lived in Spencer Hill, he often mended my pants.

I called on my first and only lover in a hurry.

She is as beautiful as a lily and as gentle as a dove.

She put her arms around me and said, "Johnny, I still love you."

She is the daughter of the farmer, Meg, and the pride of Spencer Hill.

She is the daughter of the farmer, Meg, and the pride of Spencer Hill.

Spencer Hill's Chinese Translation

Recall last night's dream

Gone happy time

My mind is in distant Ireland.

Wander at will

I went forward to pursue the scene.

With an ardent desire

Until it's moored at Spencer Hill.

The port of the town.

Make me happy.

This is a fresh landscape.

Whispering voices echoed in

A place where I often miss my childhood.

I can hear you clearly.

Familiar stereo

That's a stream that flows to Mount Spencer.

Sing softly

Temporary willfulness

I was lying on the grass.

All the partners in the school

Suddenly appeared beside me.

We danced on our way home.

With beautiful dreams

The Music of Martin monaghan

Flying at the crossroads of Spencer Mountain

It's already June 23rd.

The market will open tomorrow.

Irish children and friends

Gather here

They prayed devoutly.

Young or old, brave or reckless.

At the local church.

Next to Spencer Hill.

The road through childhood

I visited my former neighbor.

Young people are getting old.

All the old people are gone and dead.

I met quigley, the tailor.

He is as reckless as before.

During my life in Spencer Mountain,

He sewed pants and clothes for me.

Think of first love.

I flew to her door.

She is as pure as a lily.

As gentle as a dove

"Oh, Johnny, I still love you." She said.

Her arm encircles my shoulder.

She is the daughter of farmer Ned.

She is the pride of Spencer Mountain.

I dreamed that I was kneeling on one knee.

Kiss her like before.

Ah, Johnny, you're just kidding.

Repeat the trick played in those days.

The cock began to crow in the early morning.

The cry was loud and harsh.

I woke up from my bed in California.

Thousands of miles away from Mount Spencer.

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