As I went down through dublin city At the hour of twelve at night Who should I spy 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 maid so sweet about the soul (chorus)
Whack fo rthe toora loora lie Whack for the toora loora lay Whack fo rthe toora loora lie Whack for the toora loora 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 brushed it then she tossed it On her lap was a silver comb In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so fair as the spanish lady
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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 o'er her knee In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so fair as the spanish lady
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I've wandered north and I've wandered south Throug stonybatter and patrick's close Up and around the gloster 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 fair as the spanish lady
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