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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
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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This song seems to represent an older man looking back and dreaming of his days spent on Fairmount hill.
i tihnk the song is of him dreaming about finding his love(at fairmount hill) and feeling as if he has went threw a great battle for her, feeling victorious and with the love of his live, then he woke up in california where everything that happen was just a dream
yes, i agree with clubby123. amazing song, by far the best one from the new album in my opinion.
This song is just a minor re-working of an Irish folk song called "Spancil Hill".
RandomMan is right, once again. this is yet another re-working of a traditional Irish Folk Song done by Dropkick Murphys, not that it matters because their originals, covers and re-workings of other bands songs and their renditions and re-workings of traditional melodies are all as good.
Not many comments... Awesome song, even if it is a re-work. Anyway, i'm thinking it's a Danny Boy-ish message, as the singer (Andy) is far from his home at war, as noted by the "I woke in California many miles from Fairmount Hill" and the initial reference to the adventure at Fairmount Hill being a dream.
"I dreamt I'd fought a violent war for the hand of this darling gal" shows that he's thinking within the dream of the war he's fighting, in which he is risking his life for that of his loved ones. When he finally returns, many of his friends are long gone, and cannot even thank him, and the ones who still live are forever past the prime of their lives... Truly amazing song.
I love this song, I'm living in Colorado unfortunately, far away from my home, and friends and family in New England. There are so many mornings i wake up in the same way as the singer. It's a a homesick song..
...er, the line in the last stanza should read, "Against an angry jealous beau by the name of Danny Gill". "Beau" not "for". A beau is a suitor.