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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