As I went down through dublin city At the hour of twelve at night Who should I spy but a spanish lady Washing her feet by candlelight First she washed then she dried them Over a fire of amber coal In all my life I neer did see A maid so sweet about the soul
Chorus: Whack for the toora loora lie Whack for the toora loora lay Whack for the toora loora lie Whack for the toora loora lay
As I came back through dublin city At the hour of half past eight Who should I spy but the spanish lady Brushing her hair in the broad daylight First she tossed it then she brushed it On her lap was a silver comb In all my life I neer did see A maid so fair since I did roam.
Chorus: Whack for the toora loora lie Whack for the toora loora lay Whack for the toora loora lie Whack for the toora loora lay
As I went down thro' Dublin City as the sun began to set. Who should I spy but a Spanish Lady, Catching a moth in a golden net. When she saw me, then she fled me, Lifting her petticoat over the knee, In all my life I neer did see A maid so blithe as the Spanish Lady.
Chorus: Whack for the toora loora lie Whack for the toora loora lay Whack for the toora loora lie Whack for the toora loora lay