Bare Knuckle Boxers: Spanish Lady, The

Spanish Lady, The

back to songbook | text-only lyrics to this song

G Em Am7 D  --  x2
G Am7  --  x2
D (hold)
G Em Am7 D  --  x3

As I went out through Dublin City 
At the hour of twelve at night 
Who should I see but the Spanish lady 
Washing her feet by candlelight 
First she washed them
Then she dried them
Over a fire of amber coals 

In all my life I ne'er did see 
A maid so sweet about the soul 

chorus
 Whack for the tooraloora laddy 
 Whack for the tooraloora lay 
 Whack for the tooraloora laddy 
 Whack for the tooraloora 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 ne'er did see 
A maid so sweet since I did roam 

 chorus

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  

 chorus