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Spanish Lady

 
 
   G Em 
As I came down through Dublin City  
C D 
at the hour of twelve at night
G Em
 
Who should I see but a Spanish lady  
C D  
washing her feet by candle light
G
 
First she washed them,  
Em G D 
then she dried them over a fire of amber coal
   G Em C
 
In all my life I never did see a maid  
           D 
so sweet a-bout the sole
G Em 
 
Whack for the toora loora laddy,  
C D 
whack for the toora loora lay
G Em
 
Whack for the toora loora laddy,  
C D 
whack for the toora loora lay  
  
2. As I came back through Dublin city  
at the hour of half past eight
Who should I spy but the Spanish lady 
 
brushing her hair in broad daylight
First she tossed it, 
 
then she brushed it on her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I never did see a maid 
 
so fair since I did roam
Whack for the toora loora laddy, 
 
whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy, 
 
whack for the toora loora lay  
  
3. As I went back through Dublin city  
as the sun be- gan to set
Who should I spy but the 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 never did see 
 
a maid so shy as the Spanish lady
Whack for the toora loora laddy, 
 
whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy, 
 
whack for the toora loora lay  
  
4. I’ve wandered north and I’ve wandered  
south through Stonybatter and Patrick’s Close
Up and around the Glouster diamond 
 
and back by Napper Tandy’s house
Old age has her hand laid on me, 
 
cold as a fire of ashy coals
But in all my life I never did see 
 
a maid so sweet as the Spanish lady
Whack for the toora loora laddy, 
 
whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy, 
 
whack for the toora loora lay  

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