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Spanish Lady (2) 
Spanish Lady (2) 
As I went down to 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 of amber coal, In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so sweet about the soul 
CHORUS: 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 spy but the Spanish lady Brushing her hair in the broad daylight. First she tossed it, then she brushed 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. 
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As I went back through Dublin city As the sun began to set Who should I spy but the Spanish lady Catching a moth in a golden net. When she saw me then she fled me Lifting her petticoat over her knee In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so shy as the Spanish lady. 
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I've wandered north and I've wandered south Through Stonybatter and Patrick's Close Up and around the Gloucester 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. 
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