Spanish Lady

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The Spanish Lady

CAPO none

As I came down thru Dublin city at the hour of twelve at night

Who should I see but Spanish Lady, Washing her feet by

candlelight

First she washed them then she dried them over a fire of amber

coals

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

CHORUS: Whack for the toora loora laddy

Whack for the toora loora lay

Whack for the toora loora laddy

Whack for the torra loora lay

As I came back thru Dublin city at the hour of half past eight

Who should I see but the Spanish lady brushing her hair in broad

daylight

First she tossed it then she combed it on her lap was a silver

comb

In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so fair since I did roam

CHO:

As I came back thru Dublin city as the sun began to set

Who should I see but the Spanish lady catching a moth in a golden

net

When see saw me then she fled me lifting her pettycoat over her

knee

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

CHO:

I've wandered north and I've wandered south throu stormy batter

and Patricks Close

Up and around the by the Glouster Diamond and back by Napper

Tandy's house

Old age has laid her hand on me cold as a fire of ashy coals

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

Lady