The Spanish Lady
From Fog & Fire, 2008	Traditional.
As I went out through 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. All in my life, I ne’er did see A maid so sweet about the sole.
(Chorus) Whack for the too-ra loo-ra lady Whack for the too-ra loo-ra lay Whack for the too-ra loo-ra lady Whack for the too-ra loo-ra lay
As I went out through Dublin city At the hour of half past eight, Who should I see but the Spanish lady Brushing her hair in the broad daylight. First she tossed it, Then she brushed it. On her lap lay a silver comb. All in my life, ne’er did I see A maid so fine since I did roam.
As I went out though Dublin city As the sun began to set, Who should I see but the Spanish lady Catching a moth in a golden net. When she spied me, Then she fled me. Throwing her petticoat over her knee. All in my life, ne’er did I see A maid so shy as the Spanish lady.
I’ve wandered north and I’ve wandered south Through stoney banter and Patrick’s close, Up around the Gloucester diamond And back by Napper Tandy’s house. Old age has laid her Hand upon me, Cold as a fire of ashy coals. All in my life, ne’er did I see A maid so fine as the Spanish lady
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