Spanish Lady Lyrics - Dubliners

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 

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 

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 

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