The Kerry Boys: Listen

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As I came down through Dublin city, at the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but a Spanish lady washing he feet by the candle light
First she washed them then she dried them, o’er a fire of amber coal
In all my life I ne’er did see a maid so sweet about the soul

Chorus
Whack for the too - ra- lo – loo – ra lad - dy
Whack for the too – ra – loo – ra – 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 tossed it then she brushed 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 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 over her knee
In all my life I ne’er did see a maid so shy as the Spanish lady

I’ve wandered north and I’ve wandered south,
Through Stonybatter and Patrick’s close
Up and around by Glouster Diamond and back by Napper tandy’s houe
Old age has laid her hand on me cold as fire of ashy coals
In all my life I ne’er did see a maid so sweet as the Spanish Lady