Lyrics

THE SPANISH LADY (Irish traditional)

As I went out through Dublin City at the hour of twelve in the night
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
washing her feet by candlelight?
First she washed it then she dried them over a fire of amber coal
In all my life I never did see a maid so neat about the soul

Whack for the tur a lur a laddy
Whack for the tur a lur a lay
Whack for the tur a lur a laddy
Whack for the tur a lur a lay

As I went 'round through Dublin City at the time of half past eight
Who should I meet 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 never did see so fair a maid since I did roam

Whack for the tur a lur a laddy
Whack for the tur a lur a lay
Whack for the tur a lur a laddy
Whack for the tur a lur a lay

As I walked out through Dublin City when the sun began to set
Who should I meet but the Spanish lady
catching of moths in a golden net
First she spied me quick she fled me
lifting her petticoat over her knee
In all my life never did I see a maid so fair as the Spanish Lady

Whack for the tur a lur a laddy
Whack for the tur a lur a lay
Whack for the tur a lur a laddy
Whack for the tur a lur a lay

I've wandered north and I wandered south
through Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close
Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond
and round by Napper Tandy's house
Old age has laid her hand on me cold as a fire of ashy coal
but where is the lovely Spanish lady
neat and sweet about the soul.

Whack for the tur a lur a laddy
Whack for the tur a lur a lay
Whack for the tur a lur a laddy
Whack for the tur a lur a lay