The Spanish Lady

As I came down to Dublin city

At the hour of half past eight

Who should I see but the Spanish lady

Brushing her hair in brought daylight

First she brushed it, then she tossed 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

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Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie

Whack fol the toorah loorah lay

Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie

Whack fol the toorah loorah lay

As I came back to Dublin City

At the hour of twelve in the night

Who should I see but the Spanish lady

Washing her feet by candlelight

When she spied me, quick she fled me

Lifting her petticoats over her knee

In all my life I ne'er did see

A maid so fair as the Spanish lady

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I stopped to look but the watchman passed

Says he: "young fella the night is late

Along with you now or I will wrestle you

Straightway through the Bridewell Gate"

I blew a kiss to the Spanish lady

Hot as a fire of angry coals

In all my life I ne'er did see

A maid so sweet about the soul

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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 a fire of ashy coals

But where is the lovely Spanish lady

Neat and sweet about the soul

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