The Spanish lady

As I came down through Dublin city
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candle light
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of ashy coal
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the sole

Whack fol the tura lura ladie
Whack fol the tura lura lay
Whack fol the tura lura ladie
Whack fo  the tura lura lay

As I came back through Dublin city
At the hour of half past eight
Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
Brushing her hair in the broad daylight
First she tossed it, then she brushed it
On her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so fair since I did roam

Whack fol the...

As I went back through Dublin city
As the sun began to set
Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
Catching a moth in a golden net
When she saw me, then she fled me
Lifting her petticoat over her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so shy as the Spanish lady

Whack fol the...

I've wandered north and I've wanderes south
Through Stonybatter and Patrick's Close
Up and around by the Glouster Diamond
And back by Napper Tandy's house
Old age has laid her hand on me
Cold as a fire of ashy coals
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet as the Spanish lady

Whack fol the...

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