Spanish Lady

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As I came in to Dublin City at the hour of half past eight
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Who should I see but the Spanish lady washing her feet by the candle light
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When she washed them then she dried them over a fire of angry coals
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In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so fair about the soles


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Whack fol the too run noo run naddy
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Whack fol the too run noo run nay  (Repeat)


When I came back to Dublin city at the hour of twelve at night
Who should I spy but the Spanish Lady washing her hair by the candle light
First she washed them then she tossed them.  On her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so fair since I did roam

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She's no mot for a common fellow with her ivory comb and her mantle fine
She'll be the wife of the Provost Marshall drunk on brandy and claret wine
I got a look from the Spanish lady cold as a fire of ashy coals
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so fair about the soles

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When I came in to 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.  She lifted her petticoat over her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so fair as the Spanish Lady

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I wandered north, I wandered south by Stoney Batter and Margaret's Close
Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond back by Napper Tandy's house
Old age has laid her hand on me cold as a fire of ashy coals
But where is the lovely Spanish lady neat and sweet about the soles?

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