Lyrics:

/Who should I see but the Spanish LadyWashing her feet by
candlelightFirst she washed them, then she dried themOver a fire
of amber coalIn all my life I ne?'er did seeA maid so sweet about
the soulWhack for the toora loora laddyWhack for the toora
loora layWhack for the toora loora laddyWhack for the toora loora
layAs I came back through Dublin City,At the hour of half
past eightWho should I spy but the Spanish LadyBrushing her hair
in the broad daylightFirst she tossed it, then she brushed itOn
her lap was a silver combIn all my life I ne?'er did seeA maid so
fair since I did roamWhack for the toora loora laddyWhack
for the toora loora layWhack for the toora loora laddyWhack for
the toora loora layAs I went back through Dublin CityAs
the sun began to setWho should I spy but the Spanish LadyCatching
a moth in a golden netWhen she saw me, then she fled meLifting her
petticoat over her kneeIn all my life I ne?'er did seeA maid so shy
as the Spanish LadyWhack for the toora loora laddyWhack for
the toora loora layWhack for the toora loora laddyWhack for the
toora loora layWhack for the toora loora laddyWhack for the toora
loora layWhack for the toora loora laddyWhack for the toora loora
lay