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The Spanish Lady

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As I came up 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 angry coal
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the sole

Whack for ma toora loora laddy - Whack for ma toora loora lay
Whack for ma toora loora laddy - Whack for ma toora loora lay

As I came up through Dublin City
At the hour of half-past-eight
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady
Brushing her hair by 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 I did roam

As I came up through Dublin City
As the sun was near to set
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady
Catching a moth in a golden net
When she saw me, then she fled me
Hitching her petticoat o'er her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so blithe as the Spanish lady

I wandered north and I wandered south
Through Stonybatter and Patrick's Close
Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond
Back through Napper Tandy's house
Old age has laid her hand on me
Cold as a fire of ashen coal
But where, oh where is the Spanish lady
Neat and sweet about the sole?