Spanish Lady

                                  As I roved out thro' Dublin city

At the hour of twelve o' the 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 neat about the sole



Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy

Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee

Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy

What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee

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 broad daylight



First she toss'd it, then she brushed it

On her lap was a silver comb

In all my life I ne'er did see

So fair a maid since I did roam



Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy

Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee

Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy

What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee

As I went down thro' Dublin City

When the sun began 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

Lifting her petticoat over the knee

In all my life I ne'er did spy

A maid so blithe as the Spanish Lady



Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy

Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee

Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy

What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee