Spanish Lady

As I came down through Dublin City At the hour of twelve at night Who should I see but the Spanish Lady Washing her feet by candlelight First she washed them, then she dried them Over a fire of amber coal In all my life I ne’er did see A maid so sweet about the soul Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay 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 Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay 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 Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay