As I went out thru Dublin city at the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but a Spanish Lady washing her feet
by candlelight
First she washed them then she dried them over a fire o
f amber coals
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so neat 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 time of half past eight
Who should I see but the Spanish lady brushing her hair
in broadday light
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 throu 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
But Where is the lovely Spanish lady neat and sweet about the soul