| Song | The Spanish Lady |
| Artist | John McDermott |
| Album | When I Grow Too Old To Dream |
| The spanish lady：to ming and family | |
| 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 | |
| (chorus) | |
| 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 | |
| (chorus) | |
| 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 | |
| (chorus) | |
| I've wandered north and i've wandered south | |
| Throug stonybatter and patrick's close | |
| Up and around the gloster 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 | |
| (chorus) |
| The spanish lady: to ming and family | |
| 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 | |
| chorus | |
| 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 | |
| chorus | |
| 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 | |
| chorus | |
| I' ve wandered north and i' ve wandered south | |
| Throug stonybatter and patrick' s close | |
| Up and around the gloster 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 | |
| chorus |