As I roved out thro' Dublin city
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At the hour of twelve o' the night,
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Who should I spy but a Spanish Lady
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Washing her feet by candlelight.
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First she washed them, then she dried them
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Over a fire of amber coal.
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In all my life I ne'er did see
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A maid so neat about the sole.
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Chorus:
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Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy
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Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee
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Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy
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What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee.
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As I came back through Dublin City,
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At the hour of half-past eight,
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Who should I spy but the Spanish Lady,
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Brushing her hair in broad daylight.
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First she toss'd it, then she brushed it,
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On her lap was a silver comb.
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In all my life I ne'er did see
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So fair a maid since I did roam.
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Chorus:
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Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy
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Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee
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Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy
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What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee.
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As I went down thro' Dublin City
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When the sun began to set.
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Who should I spy but a Spanish Lady,
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Catching a moth in a golden net.
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When she saw me, then she fled me,
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Lifting her petticoat over the knee,
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In all my life I ne'er did spy
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A maid so blithe as the Spanish Lady.
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Chorus:
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Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy
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Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee
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Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy
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What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee.
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The Spanish Lady
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| The Woods Band |
