The Spanish Lady

[Verse 1]
As I went down through Dublin city
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candlelight?
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of angry coal
In all me life I ne'er did see
Such a maid so neat about the soles
Whack fol the toora loora laddie
Whack fol the toora loora lay

[Verse 2]
I stopped to look, but the watchman passed
Said he "Young fella now the light is late
Along with you home or I'll wrestle you
Straightway through the Bridewell Gate"
I threw a kiss to the Spanish lady
Hot as a fire of angry coal
Oh, in all mе life I ne'er did see
Such a maid so sweet about thе soul
Whack fol the toora loora laddie
Whack fol the toora loora lay

[Verse 3]