As I went out through Dublin City

At the hour of twelve o'clock at night

Who should I see but the Spanish lady

Washing her feet by candlelight

First she washed it

Then she dried it

Over a fire of amber coals

In all my life I never did see

A maid so sweet about the soul



Whack for the tur a lur a laddy

Whack for the tur a lur a lay

Whack for the tur a lur a laddy

Whack for the tur a lur a lay



As I went our thru Dublin City

At the hour of half past eight

Who do I see but the Spanish lady

Combing her hair so trim and neat

First she brushed it

Then she combed it

On her lap was a silver comb

In all my life I never did see

A maid so sweet since I did roam



As I walked out through Dublin City

As the sun began to set

Who should I see but the Spanish lady

Catch a moth in her golden net

First she spied me then she fled me

Hitchin' her petticoat over her knee

In all my life ne'er did I see

A maid so fair as the Spanish Lady