The Byrnes - The Spanish Lady

As I went down to Dublin city at the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but a Spanish lady, washing her feet by candlelight
First she washed them, then she dried them over a fire of amber coal
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet about the sole

Whack fol the toor a loor a laddy, whack fol the toor a loor a lay

As I came back by Dublin city at the hour of half past eight
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady, brushing her hair in broad daylight
First she brushed it, then she tossed it, on her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so fair since I did roam

As I came went back through Dublin city, as the sun began to set
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady, catching a moth in a golden net
When she saw me then she fled me, lifting her petticoat over her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so shy as the Spanish lady

Written by:
Patrick Byrne

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