THE SPANISH LADY
As I came down through Dublin City at the our of twelve at night
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady washing her feet by the candle light
First she washed them, then she dried them o'er a fire of amber coal
In all me life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet about the soul.
Whack for the too-ra loo-ra lady
Whack for the too-ra loo-ra lay (repeat chorus)
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 brushed it, then she tossed it, on her lap was a silver comb
In all me life I ne'er did see a maid so fair since I did roam.
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 me life I ne'er did see a maid so shy as the Spanish Lady.
I've wandered north I've wandered south, through Stonybatter and Patrick's Close
Up and around by the Glouster Diamond, and back to Napper Tandy's house
Old age has laid her hand on me, cold as a fore of ashy coals
But where is the lonely Spanish lady neat and sweet about the soul.