Fairmount Hill

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