Spanish Lady

As I went out through Dublin City at the hour of twelve at night

Who would I see but the Spanish Lady

Washing her feet by candle light

First she washed them then she dried them

O'er a fire of amber coals

In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet about the soul

Whack fol de turalura ladie

Whack fol de turalureley

Whack fol de turalura ladie

Whack fol de turalureley

As I came back through Dublin City at the time of half past eight

Who would I see but the Spanish Lady

Brushing her hair so trim and neat

First she teased 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

As I went round old Dublin City when the sun began to set

Who would I spy but the Spanish Lady

Catching a moth in a golden net

When she saw me quick she fled me

Lifting her petticoats over her knee

In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so shy as the Spanish Lady

I stopped to look but the watchman passed says he "young fella now the night is late

Along with you now or I will wrestle you

Straight way throught the Bride-well Gate"

I blew a kiss to the Spanish LAdy

Hot as a fire of my angry coals

In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet about the soul

As I went out through Dublin City as the hour of dawn was over

Who shoul I see but the Spanish Lady

I was lonely and footsore

First she coaxed me then she chid me

Then she laughed at my sad plight

In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet as on that night

I've wandered north and I've wandered south through Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close

Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond

Round by Napper Tandy's house

Old age had laid her hand on me

Cold as fire of ashey coals

But were is the lovely Spanish Lady, neat and sweet about the soul