Spanish Lady (20th Anniversary)

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