{"id":1913,"date":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/spanish-lady-the"},"modified":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","modified_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","slug":"spanish-lady-the","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/spanish-lady-the\/","title":{"rendered":"SPANISH LADY, THE"},"content":{"rendered":"

Irish traditional song lyrics \u2014 collected by Beer Belly Band.<\/em><\/p>\n

As I went out through Dublin City at the hour of twelve at night,
\nWho would I see but the Spanish Lady
\nWashing her feet by candle light
\nFirst she washed them then she dried them
\nO’er a fire of amber coals
\nIn all my life I ne’er did see a maid so sweet about the soul<\/p>\n

Chorus:
\nWhack fol de turalura ladie
\nWhack fol de turalureley
\nWhack fol de turalura ladie
\nWhack fol de turalureley<\/p>\n

As I came back through Dublin City at the time of half past eight
\nWho would I see but the Spanish Lady
\nBrushing her hair so trim and neat
\nFirst she teased it then she brushed it
\nOn her lap was a silver comb
\nIn all my life I ne’er did see so fair a maid since I did roam<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

As I went round old Dublin City when the sun began to set
\nWho would I spy but the Spanish Lady
\nCatching a moth in a golden net
\nWhen she saw me quick she fled me
\nLifting her petticoats over her knee
\nIn all my life I ne’er did see a maid so shy as the Spanish Lady<\/p>\n

I stopped to look but the watchman passed says he “young fella now the night is late
\nAlong with you now or I will wrestle you
\nStraight way throught the Bride-well Gate”
\nI blew a kiss to the Spanish LAdy
\nHot as a fire of my angry coals
\nIn all my life I ne’er did see a maid so sweet about the soul<\/p>\n

As I went out through Dublin City as the hour of dawn was over
\nWho shoul I see but the Spanish Lady
\nI was lonely and footsore
\nFirst she coaxed me then she chid me
\nThen she laughed at my sad plight
\nIn all my life I ne’er did see a maid so sweet as on that night<\/p>\n

I’ve wandered north and I’ve wandered south through Stoneybatter and Patrick’s Close
\nUp and around by the Gloucester Diamond
\nRound by Napper Tandy’s house
\nOld age had laid her hand on me
\nCold as fire of ashey coals
\nBut were is the lovely Spanish Lady, neat and sweet about the soul.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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