Lyrics:

Spanish Lady

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, then She dried them
Over a Fire of amber 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

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 amber coals
In all my life I never did meet
A maid so sweet about the soles

Whack fol the toor a loor a laddy...

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