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Barrón
Barrón is a village and concejo in Ribera Alta, Álava, Basque Country, Spain. Barrón formerly belonged to the hermandad and municipality of Lacozmonte, which was part of Ribera Alta until 1927. Barrón is located in western Álava province, 30 km west of Vitoria and 24 km north of Miranda of Ebro, along the highway that connects Pobes with Valdegovía. It is a small village of roughly 12 inhabitants.
Geography
Barrón is located at 674 metres (2,211 ft) about sea level, on the slope of a mountain in the Arcamo range. It is surrounded by forests of carrasca and pine trees and fields of grains and potatoes.
Cultural heritage
Among Barrón's historic buildings are the house-tower of the Barrón y Mendoza family (a Gothic building from the 14th century) and the Barrón Lobera (a moat-like structure with convergent walls that was once used to hunt wolves).
Notable residents
Barrón is the birthplace of Juan de Lezcano (1866–1899), an Augustinian student of Arabic who is considered one of the first Spanish orientalists.
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Spancil Hill
by: BrierLast night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
Me mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision, and I followed with a will
'Til next I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill
It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair
When Ireland'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 in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see me neighbors, to see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray
But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still
Ah, he used to mend me britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily, gentle as a dove
And she threw her arms around me saying, "Johnny, I love you still"
As she's Nell the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamed I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
Ah Johnny, you're only jokin', as many's the time before
Then the cock, he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill