As I roved out thro' Dublin city At the hour of twelve o' the 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 amber coal. In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so neat about the sole.
Chorus: Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee.
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 toss'd 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.
Chorus: Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee.
As I went down thro' Dublin City When 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 the knee, In all my life I ne'er did spy A maid so blithe as the Spanish Lady.
Chorus: Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee.
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Chorus: Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee.
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 toss'd 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.
Chorus: Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee.
As I went down thro' Dublin City When 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 the knee, In all my life I ne'er did spy A maid so blithe as the Spanish Lady.
Chorus: Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee.
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