Spanish Lady

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

Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay
Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay

As I came back through Dublin city
At the hour of half past eight
Who should I meet but a 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 my life I ne'er did see
A girl so fair since I did roam

Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay
Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay

As I returned to Dublin city
As the sun began to set
Who should I meet but the Spanish lady
Catching a moth in the golden net
First she saw me, then she fed me
Lifted her dress above her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see
A girl so sweet as a Spanish lady

Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay
Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay

I've wandered north and I've wandered south
Throw Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close
Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond
And back by Napper Tandy's house

Old age has laid her hand on me
As cold as a fire of ashy coal
In all my life I ne'er did see
A girl so sweet as a Spanish lady

Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay
Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay

Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay
Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay



Credits
Writer(s): David Downes, Trad
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