The Spanish Lady lyrics
Song information
Artist: The Woods Band Album: Music From The Four Corners Of Hell
Lyrics
As I roved out thro' dublin city At the hour of twelve o' the night Who should I spy but a spanish lady Washing her feet by candlelight First she washed them, then she dried them Over a fire of amber coal In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so neat about the sole
Chorus: Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee
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 broad daylight First she toss'd it, then she brushed it On her lap was a silver comb In all my life I ne'er did see So fair a maid since I did roam
Chorus: Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee
As I went down thro' dublin city When the sun began to set Who should I spy but a spanish lady Catching a moth in a golden net When she saw me, then she fled me Lifting her petticoat over the knee In all my life I ne'er did spy A maid so blithe as the spanish lady
Chorus: Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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