As I came down to Dublin city At the hour of half past eight Who should I see but the Spanish lady Brushing her hair in brought daylight First she brushed it, then she tossed 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 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 to Dublin City At the hour of twelve in the night Who should I see but the Spanish lady Washing her feet by candlelight 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 Chorus I stopped to look but the watchman passed Says he: "young fella 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 Chorus 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 Chorus