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As I came down thru Dublin city at the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but Spanish Lady, Washing her feet by
candlelight
First she washed them then she dried them over a fire of amber
coals
In all my life I ne er did see a maid so sweet about the soul
CHORUS: Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the torra loora lay
As I came back thru Dublin city at the hour of half past eight
Who should I see but the Spanish lady brushing her hair in broad
daylight
First she tossed it then she combed 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
CHO:
As I came back thru Dublin city as the sun began to set
Who should I see but the Spanish lady catching a moth in a golden
net
When see saw me then she fled me lifting her pettycoat over her
knee
In all my life I ne er did see a maid so shy as the Spanish Lady
CHO:
I ve wandered north and I ve wandered south thru stormy batter
and Patricks Close
Up and around the 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