Firkin - Spanish lady dalszöveg (lyrics)
[Firkin - Spanish lady dalszöveg lyrics]
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, the she dried them
O’er a fire of amber coal
In all my life I ne’er did see
A maid so sweet about the sole
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
As I went back through Dublin city
As the sun began to set
Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
Catching a moth in a golden net
When she saw me then she fled me
Lifting her petticoat o’er her knee
In all my life I ne’er did see
A maid shy as the Spanish lady
I’ve wandered north and I’ve wandered south
Through Stonybatter and Patrick’s close
Up and around the Glouster diamond
And back by Napper Tandy’s house
Old age has her hand laid on me
Cold as fire of ashy coals
But in all my life I ne’er did see
A maid to sweet as the Spanish lady