spanish lady
Singer:christy moore
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 turalura ladie
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