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Priero
Priero is a small town and comune of the Langhe, located 6 kilometres (4 mi) east of Ceva in the Province of Cuneo, Piedmont, Italy. Presently it has a population of 441.
History
The original settlement, on a hill called Poggio to the south of the present village, dates from around the beginning of the second millennium. A pieve, dedicated to the Virgin Mary, had authority over the churches at Costelnuovo, Montezemolo, Osiglia, Calizzano Murialdo and Perlo while the fortified ricetto was the seat of a viscount appointed directly by the Emperor. In the mid-14th century the Marquis of Ceva became Lord of Priero and in 1387 plans were drawn up for the construction of the settlement, which forms the basis of today’s Priero.
Main sights
The village preserves its 14th-century layout. The remains of the old castle, the defensive walls and their towers are all visible. The church of Santi Antonio e Giuliano, first constructed in 1494, retains its original campanile. The rest of the building, however was demolished in the late 17th century and rebuilt in 1716 to plans by F. Gallo.
Priero (Salas)
Priero is one of 28 parishes (administrative divisions) in Salas, a municipality within the province and autonomous community of Asturias, in northern Spain.
It is 6.07 km2 (2.34 sq mi) in size, with a population of 93.
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Coordinates: 43°26′00″N 6°15′00″W / 43.433333°N 6.25°W / 43.433333; -6.25
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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