The Spanish Lady
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V 1: As I came down through Dublin city at the hour of twelve at night
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Who should I see but a Spanish Lady washing her feet by candlelight
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First she washed them, then she dried them, over a fire of amber coal
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In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet about the soul
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Ch Whack for the toora loora laddy, whack for the toora loora lay
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Whack for the toora loora laddy, whack for the toora loora lay
V 2: 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 the broad daylight
First she tossed it, then she brushed 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
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V 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
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V 4: I've wandered north and I've wandered south through Stonybatter and Patrick's Close
Up and around 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
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