Spanish Lady

As I came down through Dublin City
 At the hour of twelve at night
 Who should I spy, but a Spanish lady
 Washing her feet in the broad daylight
 First she washed them, then she dried them
 Over a fire of ash and coal
 In all me life I never did see
 A maid so neat inside her soul
 Whack for the too rye, ooh rye lady
 Whack for the too rye, ooh rye laye
 Whack for the too rye, ooh rye lady
 Whack for the too rye, ooh rye laye
 As I come back to Dublin City
 As the sun began to set
 Who should I spy but a Spanish lady
 Catching a moth, in a golden net
 First she saw me, then she fled me
 Lifted her petticoats over her knees
 In all me life I never did see
 A maid so neat as the Spanish lady
 Whack for the too rye, ooh rye lady
 Whack for the too rye, ooh rye laye
 Whack for the too rye, ooh rye lady
 Whack for the too rye, ooh rye laye
 I've wandered North, and I've wandered South
 To Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close
 Up and around, by the Gloucester Diamond
 And back by Napper Tandys' house
 Old age did lay her hands on me
 Cold as the fires of ash and coal
 But where was the love of me spanish lady?
 Neat and sweet about the soul
 Whack for the too rye, ooh rye lady
 Whack for the too rye, ooh rye laye
 Whack for the too rye, ooh rye lady
 Whack for the too rye, ooh rye laye
 Whack for the too rye, ooh rye lady
 Whack for the too rye, ooh rye laye