(Trad)
Chorus:
Whack fol de toora loora laddie
Whack fol de toora loora lay
Whack fol de toora loora laddie
Whack fol de toora loora lay
As I came down through Dublin City at the hour of twelve at night
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady washing her feet by candlelight
First she washed them then she dried them over a fire of angry coal
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so neat about the sole
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 brushed it then she tossed 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
As I came back through Dublin City as the sun began to set
Who should I spy but a 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 fair as the Spanish lady
I've wandered north and I've wandered south through Stoney Batter and Patrick's Close
Up around by the Gloucester Diamond and back by Napper Tandy's house
Old age has laid her hand on me, cold as a fire of ashy coal
But where is the lovely Spanish lady neat and sweet about the sole
(as sung by The Johnstons)
Tune: Mo Ghile Mear (The White Cockade)