The Halliard - Spanish Lady lyrics

As I came down to Dublin City at the hour of twelve at night, Who should I see but a Spanish lady washing her feet by candle light. First she washed them, and then she dried them, over a fire of angry coals. In all my life I never did see such a maid so neat above the soles. Whack fol the too-ra loo-ra laddy, Whack fol the too-ra loo-ra-lay I stopped to talk but the watchman pa**ed. Said he, "Young fellow, now the night is late. Along with you home or I will wrestle you straightway through the Bridewell gate." I drew a kiss of the Spanish Lady, hot as a fire of angry coals, In all my life I never did see such a maid so neat above the soles. Whack fol the too-ra loo-ra laddy, Whack fol the too-ra loo-ra-lay Now she's no mot for a puddle swaddy with her ivory comb and her mantle fine But she'd make a wife for the Provost Marshall drunk on brandy and claret wine I drew a kiss of the Spanish Lady, hot as a fire of angry coals, In all my life I never did see such a maid so neat above the soles. Whack fol the too-ra loo-ra laddy, Whack fol the too-ra loo-ra-lay I've wandered north and I've wandered south through Stonybu*ter and Patrick's Close, Up and down the Gloucester Diamond and back through Napper Tandy's house. Old age has laid her arm on me cold as a fire of ashy coal And where is the lovely Spanish Lady neat and sweet above the soles? Whack fol the too-ra loo-ra laddy, Whack fol the too-ra loo-ra-lay