| lyric | 1. As I went out [down] to Dublin city,
at the hour of twelve at night,
who should I see but the Spanish Lady,
washing her feet by candle light.
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 fol the toora toora lady,
whack fol the toora looralay.
2. As I came back through Dublin city
At the hour of half past eight,
Who should I spy but the Spanisch Lady
Brushing her hair in the broad daylight.
First she tossed it, then she brushed it,
On her lap was asilver comb,
In all my IifeI ne’er did see
A maid so fair since I did roam.
3. 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 over her knee,
In all my life I ne’er did see
A maid so shy as the Spanish Lady.
4. I’ve wandered north and I’ve wandered south,
Through 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 fire of ashy coals,
In all my life I ne’er did see
A maid so sweet as the Spanish Lady.
5. As Iwas leaving Dublin City
On that morning sad of heart
Lonely was I for the Spanish lady
Now that forever we must part.
But still I always will remember
All the hours we did enjoy
But then she left me sad at parting
Gone forever was my joy. |