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