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Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
As I came back through Dublin city at the hour of half past eight
Who should I see but the Spanish lady brushing her hair so trim and neat
First she teased 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
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As I went round old Dublin City when the sun began to set
Who should I meet but the Spanish lady catching of moths in a golden net
When she spied me, quick she fled me, lifting her petticoats over her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so fair as the Spanish lady
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I stopped to look but the watchman passed, says he: "young fella now the night is late
Along with you now or I will wrestle you straightway through the Bridewell Gate"
I blew a kiss to the Spanish lady, hot as a fire of angry coals
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet about the soul
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As I went out through Dublin City as the hour of dawn was o'er
Who should I see but the Spanish lady, I was lonely and foot-sore
First she coaxed me, then she chid me, then she laughed at my sad plight
In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet as on that night
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I've wandered north and I've wandered south, through Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close
Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond, round by Napper Tandy's house
Old age had laid her hand on me, cold as a fire of ashy coals
But where is the lovely Spanish lady, neat and sweet about the soul?
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