Spanish Lady

As I came down through Dublin City

At the hour of twelve at night,

Who should I see but a Spanish lady

Washin' her feet by the candlelight.

First she washed 'em, then she dried 'em

Over a fire of amber coal.

In all me life I never did see

A maid so sweet about the soul.

Whack for the toora loora laddy,

Whack for the toora loora lay(2xs)

As I came back through Dublin City

At the hour of half past eight,

Who should I spy but a Spanish lady

Brushin' her hair in the broad daylight.

First she tossed it, then she brushed it

On her lap was a silver comb.

In all me 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(2xs)

As I went back through Dublin City

As 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

Liftin' her petticoats o'er her knee.

In all me 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(2xs)

I've wandered north and I've wandered south

Through Stoney Barter and Patrick's Close.

Up and around, by the Gloucester Diamond

And back by Napper Tandy's house.

Auld age has laid her hands on me,

Cold as a fire of ashy coals.

In all me 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...(5xs)

• Artist:Arany Zoltán