[00:16.73]As I came down through Dublin City
[00:19.92]At the hour of twelve at night
[00:22.40]Who should I see but the Spanish lady
[00:25.21]Washing her feet by candlelight
[00:27.11]First she washed them, then she dried them
[00:29.58]Over a fire of amber coal
[00:31.31]In all my life I ne'er did see
[00:34.38]A maid so sweet about the sole
[00:36.53]Chorus:
[00:36.70]Whack for the toora loora laddy
[00:38.93]Whack for the toora loora lay
[00:40.77]Whack for the toora loora laddy
[00:42.80]Whack for the toora loora lay
[00:45.07]As I came back through Dublin City
[00:50.90]At the hour of half past eight
[00:53.39]Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
[00:55.49]Brushing her hair in the broad daylight
[00:57.66]First she tossed it, then she brushed it
[00:59.56]On her lap was a silver comb
[01:01.63]In all my life I ne'er did see
[01:03.59]A maid so fair since I did roam
[01:06.09](Chorus)
[01:14.75]As I went back through Dublin City
[01:20.46]As the sun began to set
[01:22.36]Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
[01:24.66]Catching a moth in a golden net
[01:26.58]When she saw me, then she fled me
[01:28.86]Lifting her petticoat over her knee
[01:30.91]In all my life I ne'er did see
[01:32.67]A maid so shy as the Spanish lady
[01:34.98](Chorus...)
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