As  i  went  down  through  dublin  city
At  the  hour  of  twelve  at  night
Who  should  i  spy  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  soul
Whack  fo  rthe  toora  loora  lie
Whack  for  the  toora  loora  lay
Whack  fo  rthe  toora  loora  lie
Whack  for  the  toora  loora  lay
As  i  came  back  through  dublin  city
At  the  hour  of  half  past  eight
Who  should  i  spy  but  the  spanish  lady
Brushing  her  hair  in  the  broad  daylight
First  she  brushed  it  then  she  tossed  it
On  her  lap  was  a  silver  coal
In  all  my  life  i  ne'er  did  see
A  maid  so  fair  as  the  spanish  lady
Whack  fo  rthe  toora  loora  lie
Whack  for  the  toora  loora  lay
Whack  fo  rthe  toora  loora  lie
Whack  for  the  toora  loora  lay
As  i  went  back  through  dublin  city
As  the  sun  began  to  set
Who  should  i  spy  but  the  spanish  lady
Catching  a  moth  in  a  golden  net
When  she  saw  me  then  she  fled  me
Lifting  her  petticoat  o'er  her  knee
In  all  my  life  i  ne'er  did  see
A  maid  so  fair  as  the  spanish  lady
Whack  fo  rthe  toora  loora  lie
Whack  for  the  toora  loora  lay
Whack  fo  rthe  toora  loora  lie
Whack  for  the  toora  loora  lay
Whack  fo  rthe  toora  loora  lie
Whack  for  the  toora  loora  lay
Whack  fo  rthe  toora  loora  lie
Whack  for  the  toora  loora  lay
Whack  fo  rthe  toora  loora  lie
Whack  for  the  toora  loora  lay
Whack  fo  rthe  toora  loora  lie
Whack  fo  rthe  toora  loora  lie
Whack  for  the  toora  loora  lay
Whack  fo  rthe  toora  loora  lie
Whack  for  the  toora  loora  lay
Whack  for  the  toora  loora  lay