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As I came down through Dublin City, at the hour of twelve at night, |
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Who should I spy, but a Spanish Lady |
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Washing her feet by the candlelight |
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First she washed them,then she dried them |
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Over a fire of amber coals |
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In all me life I ne'er did see, a maid so sweet about the soul |
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Chorus |
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Whack for the Too Rye Ooh Ray Lady, |
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whack for the Too Rye Ooh Rye Aye |
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As I came back through Dublin City at the hour of Half past Eight, |
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Who should I spy but the Spanish Lady, |
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brushing her hair in the broad daylight |
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First she brushed it , then she tossed it |
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On her lap was a silver comb |
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In all me life I ne'er did see, a maid so fair since I did roam. |
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Chorus |
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As I returned to Dublin City, as the sun began to set |
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Who should I spy but a Spanish lady |
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Catching a moth, in a golden net. |
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First she saw me, then she fled me |
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Lifted her petticoats o'er her knee |
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In all me life I ne'er did see, a maid so fair as the Spanish Lady |
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Chorus |
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Ive wandered North, and I have wonder South |
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Through Stoney Barter and Patricks Close |
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Up and around, by the Gloucester Diamond |
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And back by Napper Tandys' house |
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Auld age has laid her hands on me |
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Cold as a fire of ashy coals.... |
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But, there is the love of me Spanish Lady, a maid so sweet about the soul |
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Chorus x 2 |