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