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As I came down through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but the 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 sole
Chorus:
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
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 tossed it, then she brushed it
On her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so fair since I did roam
(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 over her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so shy as the Spanish lady
(Chorus)
- Album:
- Emerald: Musical Gems
- Celtic Woman: Believe
- Songs From The Heart
- Celtic Woman
- Miscellaneous
- Lullaby
- The Greatest Journey
- A Christmas Celebration
- A New Journey
- Non-Album Releases
- Destiny
- Isle Of Hope, Isle Of Tears
- Voices of Angels
- A Celtic Christmas
- Decade: The Songs, The Show, The Tradition, The Classics
- Celtic Woman: Bonus Tracks
- When You Go
- The Whole Of The Moon
- Walk Beside Me
- Tir Na Nog