As I went down to Dublin city
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candlelight
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over the fire of amber coal
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the soul
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra laddie
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra lay
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra laddie
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra lay
As I came back through Dublin city
At the hour of half past eight
Who should I spy but a 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 tu-ra-lu-ra laddie
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra lay
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra laddie
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra lay
As I went back through Dublin city
As the sun began to set
Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
Catching her mouth in a golden net
When she saw me, then she fled me
Lifting her petticoat o'er her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so shy as the Spanish lady
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra laddie
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra lay
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra laddie
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra lay
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra laddie
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra lay
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra laddie
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra lay
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra laddie
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra lay
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra laddie
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra lay
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra laddie
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra lay
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra laddie
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra lay
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra laddie
Whack for the tu-ra-lu-ra lay
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