As I went out through Dublin City   At the hour of twelve o'clock at night   Who should I see but the Spanish lady   Washing her feet by candlelight   First she washed it   Then she dried it   Over a fire of amber coals   In all my life I never did see   A maid so sweet about the soul      Whack for the tur a lur a laddy   Whack for the tur a lur a lay   Whack for the tur a lur a laddy   Whack for the tur a lur a lay      As I went our thru Dublin City   At the hour of half past eight   Who do I see but the Spanish lady   Combing her hair so trim and neat   First she brushed it   Then she combed it   On her lap was a silver comb   In all my life I never did see   A maid so sweet since I did roam      As I walked out through Dublin City   As the sun began to set   Who should I see but the Spanish lady   Catch a moth in her golden net   First she spied me then she fled me   Hitchin' her petticoat over her knee   In all my life ne'er did I see   A maid so fair as the Spanish Lady