Spanish Lady - Gaelic Storm

As I came down through Dublin City, at the hour of twelve at night,

Who should I spy, but the Spanish Lady

Washing her feet by the candlelight

First she washed them, then she dried them

Over a fire of amber coals

In all me life I ne’er did see, a maid so sweet about the soul

Whack fol de toora, loora laddie

Whack fol de toora, loora lay

Whack fol de toora, loora laddie

Whack fol de toora, loora lay, Hey HEy

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 by the garden gate

First she tossed it, then she brushed it

On her lap was a silver comb

In all me life I ne’er did see, a maid so fair since I did roam.

As I went back to Dublin City, as the sun began to set

Who should I spy but the Spanish lady

Catching a moth, in a golden net.

First she saw me, then she fled me

Lifted her petticoats o’er her knee

In all me life I ne’er did see, a maid so sweet as that Lady

hey hey hey…

Ive wandered North, and I have wondered South

Through Stoney Barter and Patricks Close

Up and around, by the Gloucester Diamond

And back by Napper Tandys' house

Auld age has laid her hands on me

Cold as a fire of ashy coals…

And all my life, I ne’er did see, a maid so sweet as that lady

hey hey hey…

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