Spanish Lady (feat. Gerry Moloney Accordian)

As I came down through Dublin city At the hour of twelve at night Who should I meet but a Spanish lady Washing her feet by candlelight First she washed them, then she dried them Over a fire of amber coal In all my life, I ne'er did see A girl so sweet about the soul Whack fol the toora, toora laddy Whack fol the foora loora lay Whack fol the toora, toora laddy Whack fol the foora loora lay As I came back through Dublin city At the hour of half past eight Who should I meet but a Spanish lady Brushing her hair in the broad daylight First she brushed it, then she tossed it On her lap was a silver comb In all my life I ne'er did see A girl so fair since I did roam Whack fol the toora, toora laddy Whack fol the foora loora lay Whack fol the toora, toora laddy Whack fol the foora loora lay As I returned to Dublin city As the sun began to set Who should I meet but the Spanish lady Catching a moth in the golden net First she saw me, then she fed me Lifted her dress above her knee In all my life I ne'er did see A girl so sweet as a Spanish lady Whack fol the toora, toora laddy Whack fol the foora loora lay Whack fol the toora, toora laddy Whack fol the foora loora lay I've wandered north and I've wandered south Throw Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond And back by Napper Tandy's house Old age has laid her hand on me As cold as a fire of ashy coal In all my life I ne'er did see A girl so sweet as a Spanish lady Whack fol the toora, toora laddy Whack fol the foora loora lay Whack fol the toora, toora laddy Whack fol the foora loora lay Whack fol the toora, toora laddy Whack fol the foora loora lay Whack fol the toora, toora laddy Whack fol the foora loora lay