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Spanish
Lady As I went out through Dublin City At the hour of twelve o' the 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 coals In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so neat about the sole 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 went out through 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 Hitching her petticoat over her knee In all my life ne'er did I see A maid so fair as the Spanish Lady |
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