DUBLIN CITY



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



@Irish @love

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Printed in Songs of Dublin by Frank Harte

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