Lyrics to The Spanish Lady
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As I went out through Dublin City At the hour of twelve at night Who should I see but a Spanish lady Washing her feet by candle light First she washed them and then she dried them Over a fire of ambry 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 I stopped to look but the watchman passed Says he, "Young fellow, the night is late Along with you home or I will wrestle you Straight away through the Bridewell gate" I threw a look to the Spanish lady Hot as the fire of ambry coals In all my life I never did see A maid so sweet about the soles 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 ambry coals In all my life I never did meet A maid so sweet about the soles I´ve wandered north and I´ve wandered south By Stoney Batter and Patrick´s Close Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond And back by Napper Tandy´s house Old age has laid her hands upon me Cold as a fire of ashy coals But where is the lonely Spanish layd Neat and sweet about the soles? 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




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