Spanish lady
As I came down through Dublin CityAt the hour of twelve at nightWho should I see but the Spanish ladyWashing her feet by candlelightFirst she washed them, then she dried themOver a fire of amber coalIn all my life I ne'er did seeA maid so sweet about the sole
Whack for the toora loora laddyWhack for the toora loora layWhack for the toora loora laddyWhack for the toora loora lay
As I came back through Dublin CityAt the hour of half past eightWho should I spy but the Spanish ladyBrushing her hair in the broad daylightFirst she tossed it, then she brushed itOn her lap was a silver combIn all my life I ne'er did seeA maid so fair since I did roam
Whack for the toora loora laddyWhack for the toora loora layWhack for the toora loora laddyWhack for the toora loora lay
As I went back through Dublin CityAs the sun began to setWho should I spy but the Spanish ladyCatching a moth in a golden netWhen she saw me, then she fled meLifting her petticoat over her kneeIn all my life I ne'er did seeA maid so shy as the Spanish lady
Whack for the toora loora laddyWhack for the toora loora layWhack for the toora loora laddyWhack for the toora loora lay
I've wandered north and I've wandered south through Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close.Up and around by the Gloucester diamond and back by Nappertandy's house.(slows down) Old age has laid her hands on me, cold as a fire of ashy coals...(Back to normal tempo) Where is the lovely Spanish Lady neat and sweet about the soul?
Whack for the toora loora laddyWhack for the toora loora layWhack for the toora loora laddyWhack for the toora loora lay