spanish lady

Lyrics

as i went out through dublin city at the hour of twelve at night, who would i see but the spanish lady, washing her feet by candle light, first she washed them then she dried them, o'er a fire of amber coals, in all my life i ne'er did see a maid so sweet about the soul, whack fol de turalura ladie, whack fol de turalureley, whack fol de turalura ladie, whack fol de turalureley, as i came back through dublin city at the time of half past eight, who would i see but the spanish lady, brushing her hair so trim and neat, first she teased it then she brushed it, on her lap was a silver comb, in all my life i ne'er did see so fair a maid since i did roam, as i went round old dublin city when the sun began to set, who would i spy but the spanish lady, catching a moth in a golden net, when she saw me quick she fled me, lifting her petticoats over her knee, in all my life i ne'er did see a maid so shy as the spanish lady, i stopped to look but the watchman passed says he "young fella now the night is late, along with you now or i will wrestle you, straight way throught the bride-well gate", i blew a kiss to the spanish lady, hot as a fire of my angry coals, in all my life i ne'er did see a maid so sweet about the soul, as i went out through dublin city as the hour of dawn was over, who shoul i see but the spanish lady, i was lonely and footsore, first she coaxed me then she chid me, then she laughed at my sad plight, in all my life i ne'er did see a maid so sweet as on that night, i've wandered north and i've wandered south through stoneybatter and patrick's close, up and around by the gloucester diamond, round by napper tandy's house, old age had laid her hand on me, cold as fire of ashey coals, but were is the lovely spanish lady, neat and sweet about the soul