The Spanish Lady Lyrics

The Spanish Lady lyrics

As I went out through Dublin City 

 At the hour of twelve o´clock at night 

 Who should I see but a Spanish lady 

 Washing her feet by candle light 

 First she washed them and then she dried them 

 Over a fire of ambry coals 

 In all my life I never did see 

 A maid so sweet about the soles 

  

 Whack fol the toor a loor a laddy 

 Whack fol the toor a loor a lay 

 Whack fol the toor a loor a laddy 

 Whack fol the toor a loor a lay 

  

 I stopped to look but the watchman passed 

 Says he, "Young fellow, the night is late 

 Along with you home or I will wrestle you 

 Straight away through the Bridewell gate" 

 I threw a look to the Spanish lady 

 Hot as the fire of ambry coals 

 In all my life I never did see 

 A maid so sweet about the soles 

  

 As I walked back through Dublin City 

 As the dawn of day was o´er 

 Who should I see but the Spanish lady 

 When I was weary and footsore 

 She had a heart so filled with loving 

 And her love she longed to share 

 In all my life I never did see 

 A maid who had so much to spare 

 Now she´s no mot for a puddle swaddy 

 With her ivory comb and her mantle so fine 

 But she´d make a wife for the Provost Marshall 

 Drunk on brandy and claret wine 

 I got a look from the Spanish lady 

 Hot as a fire of ambry coals 

 In all my life I never did meet 

 A maid so sweet about the soles 

  

 I´ve wandered north and I´ve wandered south 

 By Stoney Batter and Patrick´s Close 

 Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond 

 And back by Napper Tandy´s house 

 Old age has laid her hands upon me 

 Cold as a fire of ashy coals 

 But where is the lonely Spanish lady 

 Neat and sweet about the soles? 

 As I was leaving Dublin City 

 On that morning sad of heart 

 Lonely was I for the Spanish lady 

 Now that forever we must part 

 But still I always will remember 

 All the hours we did enjoy 

 But then she left me sad at parting 

 Gone forever was my joy