As I came down through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candle light.
First she washed them, then she dried them
O'er a fire of amber coal
In all my life I ne'er did see
A girl so sweet 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 came back through Dublin city
At the hour of half past eight
Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
Brushing her hair in broad daylight.
First she tossed it, then she brushed it
On her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I ne'er did see
A girl so fair since I did roam.
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 returned through Dublin city
As the sun began to set
Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
Catching a moth in a golden net.
When she saw me then she fled me
Lifting her petticoat o'er her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see
A girl so shy as the Spanish lady.
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay.
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay.
I've wandered north and I've wandered south
Through Stonybatter and Patrick's Close
Up and around the Glouster diamond
And back by Napper Tandy's house.
Old age has her hand laid on me
As cold as a fire of ashy coals
In all my life I ne'er did see
A girl so sweet as the Spanish lady.
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay.
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay.
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay.
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay.