Fairmount Hill Lyrics

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 assembled
there
The young, the old, the brave, and the bold
Came their duty to fulfill
At the parish church on Thatcher, a mile from Fairmount
Hill

I went to see old friends there, to see what they might
say
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones
turning gray
I met the broker Hughes, 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 you
still"
Oh, she's one miss Bazo Bailey, the pride of Fairmount
Hill

I dreamt I'd 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

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