Spanish Lady
The Dubliners Nr.:
As I came down through Dublin CityAt the hour of twelve at nightWho should I see but a Spanish ladyWashing her feet by the candlelight First she washed them, then she dried themOver a fire of amber coalsIn all me life I ne'er did seeA maid so sweet about the soul Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay As I came back through Dublin CityAt the hour of half past eightWho should I see but the Spanish ladyBrushing her hair in the broad daylight First she tossed it, then she combed itOn her lap was a silver combIn all me life I ne'er did seeA maid so fair since I did roam Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay I've wandered north and southThrough Stoney Barter and Patrick's closeUp and around, by the Gloucester DiamondAnd back by Napper Tandys' house Old age has laid her hands on meCold as a fire of ashy coalsIn all my life I never did see a maid so sweet as the Spanish Lady Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay
