rode out to Dublin City
At the hour of twelve o in night
Who should I see but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candlelight
First she washed them,
then she dried them,
over a fire of amber coals
In all my life I ne 'er did see
a maid so sweet about the souls
Whack for the turtle, Lord O 'Lady,
Whack for the turtle, Lord O 'Lady
Whack for the turtle, Lord O 'Lady,
Whack for the turtle, Lord O 'Lady
He stopped to look,
but the watchman saw me,
and he said young fella,
the night is late.
I'll run with you home,
or I'll wrestle you straight
right through the bridewell gate.
A blue -wick hissed at a Spanish lady,
hot as the fire of amber coals.
In all my life I ne 'er did see
a mate so sweet about a soul.
Like a little old lady, like a little old lady
Now she's no mutt for a
puddle -squaddie
With her ivory comb and her mantle fine
She make a wife for the brother smash
He'll drunk on brandy or claret wine
I got a look from the Spanish lady
Hot as a fire of amber coals
And all my life I ne 'er did see
A maid so sweet about the soul
Whack -a -la -toodle -oodle -a -dee,
Whack -a -la -toodle -oodle -a -dee,
Whack -a -la -toodle -oodle -a -dee,
Whack -a -la -toodle -oodle -a -dee
As I went out to Dublin city,
As the hour of dawn was o 'er,
Who should I see but the Spanish lady?
I was weary and foot sore.
First she coaxed me, then she chide me,
And she laughed at my sad plight,
And all my life I ne 'er did see
A mate so sweet as on that night
Whack for the turtle, doodle -a -dee
Whack for the turtle, doodle -ay
Whack for the turtle, doodle -a -dee
Whack for the turtle,
doodle -ay
I wandered north and I
wandered south
Through Stony,
Batter and Patrick's Coast
Up and around me they
cluster diamond,
I'm home by Napper Tandy's house.
Old age has laid her hand on me,
Cold as a fire of a she -coal.
But where is the lovely Spanish lady,
Neat and sweet about this soul?
Work for the to -ro -lo
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