The Spanish Lady |
As I went out through Dublin City At the hour of twelve o'clock at night Who should I spy but a Spanish lady Washing her feet by candlelight First she washed and then she dried them Over a fire of ambry coals In all my life I never did see A maid so sweet about the soles Chorus: Whack fol a too ra loo ra laddy Whack fol a too ra loo ra lay Whack fol a too ra loo ra laddy Whack fol a too ra loo ra lay
2. I stopped to look but the watchman passing
3. As I walked back through Dublin City |
4. Now she's no mot for a puddle swaddy With her ivory comb and her mantle so fine But she'd make a wife for the Provost Marshall Drunk on brandy and claret wine I got a look from the Spanish lady Hot as a fire of ambry coals In all my life I never did meet A maid so sweet about the soles Chorus:
5. I've wondered north and I've wondered south
6. As I was leaving Dublin City |