Spanish Lady - The St Patricks Day Collective

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 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

Whack for the Too Rye ooh Ray lady

Whack for the Too Rye ooh Rye aye

Whack for the Too Rye ooh Ray lady

Whack for the Too Rye ooh Rye aye

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 the broad daylight

First she brushed it then she tossed 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

Whack for the Too Rye ooh Ray lady

Whack for the Too Rye ooh Rye aye

Whack for the Too Rye ooh Ray lady

Whack for the Too Rye ooh Rye aye

As I returned 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 o'er her knee

In all me life I ne'er did see

A maid so fair as the Spanish lady

Whack for the Too Rye ooh Ray lady

Whack for the Too Rye ooh Rye aye

Whack for the Too Rye ooh Ray lady

Whack for the Too Rye ooh Rye aye

I've wandered north and I have wonder south

Through Stoney Barter and Patrick's 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

But there is the love of me Spanish lady

A maid so sweet about the soul

Whack for the Too Rye ooh Ray lady

Whack for the Too Rye ooh Rye aye

Whack for the Too Rye ooh Ray lady

Whack for the Too Rye ooh Rye aye