The Spanish Lady

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 a fire of amber coal,

In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet about the sole,

Whack fol the toora, loora laddy, Whack fol the toora loora lay.

Whack fol the toora, loora laddy, Whack fol the toora loora lay.

The Flamenco Dancer

Leopold Schmutzler

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 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 fol the toora, loora laddy, Whack fol the toora loora lay.

Whack fol the toora, loora laddy, Whack fol the toora loora lay.

As I went back through Dublin city As the sun began to set

Who should I spy but the Spanish Lad  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 shy as the Spanish Lady.

Whack fol the toora, loora laddy, Whack fol the toora loora lay.

Whack fol the toora, loora laddy, Whack fol the toora loora lay.

I've wandered north and I've wandered south  Through Stonybatter and Patrick's Close

Up and around the Gloster Diamond  And back by Napper Tandy's house:

Old age has laid her hand on me  Cold as a fire of ashy coals

In all my life I ne'er did see  A maid so sweet as the Spanish Lady.

Whack fol the toora, loora laddy, Whack fol the toora loora lay.

Whack fol the toora, loora laddy, Whack fol the toora loora lay.

"The Spanish Lady"

A traditional Irish Folk Song