The Irish Rovers - The Spanish Lady lyrics

As I went down to Dublin city, at the hour of twelve at night, Who should I see but a Spanish lady, washing her feet by candlelight. Lady I've come to court-you, New York in favor's 'bout to win and if you'll smile upon me Sunday night I'll call again CHORUS: Whack fol the toora, toora laddy Whack fol the foora loora lay Lady I have a gold and silver Lady I have a house and land I've ships on the ocean I'll be.... Whack fol the toora, toora laddy Whack fol the foora loora lay My Captain is a boatsy captain, Spain is known across the sea The Captain.... Don't you come away with me Well I don't need your father's fortune Fame is nothing much to me I've surfed the world from Antrim land With a pettycoat high above my knee Whack fol the toora, toora laddy Whack fol the foora loora lay