Greenfields Együttes - The Spanish Lady

As I came down thru Dublin city
at the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but Spanish Lady,
Washing her feet by candlelight
First she washed them then she dried them
Over a fire of amber coals
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the soul

Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the torra loora lay

As I came back thru Dublin city
At the hour of half past eight
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
Brushing her hair in broad daylight
First she tossed it then she combed 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 for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the torra loora lay

As I came back thru Dublin city
As the sun began to set
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
Catching a moth in a golden net
When see saw me then she fled me
Lifting her pettycoat over her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so shy as the Spanish Lady

Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the torra loora lay

I've wandered north and I've wandered south
Thru stormy batter and Patricks Close
Up and around the by the Glouster 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 for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the torra loora lay