| As I walked out through Dublin city |
| At the hour of twelve at night, |
| Who should I see, but the Spanish lady |
| Washing her feet by the candlelight. |
| First she washed them, then she dried them |
| Over a fire of angry coal. |
| In all my life, I ne'er did see |
| A maid so sweet about the sole. |
| |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yaddy, |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yay, |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yaddy, |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yay. |
| |
| 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 sweet as the Spanish lady. |
| |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yaddy, |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yay, |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yaddy, |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yay. |
| |
| 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 sweet as the Spanish lady. |
| |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yaddy, |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yay, |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yaddy, |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yay. |
| |
| I've wandered north and I've wandered south |
| Through Stony Batter and Patrick's Close, |
| Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond, |
| Back by Napper Tandy's house. |
| |
| Oh, late as late, her arms on me, |
| As cold as fire of ashy coal, |
| But where, oh, where is the Spanish lady, |
| Neat and sweet about the sole? |
| |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yaddy, |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yay, |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yaddy, |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yay. |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yaddy, |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yay, |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yaddy, |
| Whack fola too ra yoo ra yay. |
