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The Spanish Lady (西班牙女士) - John McDermott

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 comb

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

I've wandered north and I've wandered south

Throng stony batter and Patrick's close

Up and around the glister diamond

And back by napper tandy's house

Old age has laid her hand on me

Cold as a fire of ashy coals

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