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