Hey, hey hey hey... As I came down through Dublin City, at the hour of twelve at night, Who should I spy, but the Spanish Lady Washing her feet by the candlelight First she washed them, then she dried them Over a fire of amber coals In all me life I ne'er did see, a maid so sweet about the soul Chorus Whack fol de toora, loora laddie Whack fol de toora, loora lay Whack fol de toora, loora laddie Whack fol de toora, loora lay, Hey HEy As I came back through Dublin City at the hour of Half past Eight, Who should I spy but the Spanish Lady, Brushing her hair by the garden gate First she tossed it, then she brushed it On her lap was a silver comb In all me life I ne'er did see, a maid so fair since I did roam. Chorus As I went back to Dublin City, as the sun began to set Who should I spy but the Spanish lady Catching a moth, in a golden net. First she saw me, then she fled me Lifted her petticoats o'er her knee In all me life I ne'er did see, a maid so sweet as that Lady Chorus Hey hey hey... Ive wandered North, and I have wondered South Through Stoney Barter and Patricks Close Up and around, by the Gloucester Diamond And back by Napper Tandys' house Auld age has laid her hands on me Cold as a fire of ashy coals... And all my life, I ne'er did see, a maid so sweet as that lady Chorus x 2 Hey hey hey... Chorus to fade