Dubliners – Boots Of Spanish Leather

As I went out through Dublin City, at the hour of twelve at night,
Who should I see but the Spanish Lady washing her feet by candlelight
First she washed them,then she dried them over a fire of amber coals
In all me life I ne’er did see a maid so neat about the soul

Chorus:
Whack fol de tur eh lura ladie
Whack fol de tur eh lura ley
Whack fol de tur eh lura ladie
Whack fol de tur eh lura ley

As I came back through Dublin City at the time of half past eight,
Who should I see but the Spanish Lady,brushing her hair so trim and neat
First she teased it, then she brushed it on her lap was a silver comb
In all me life I ne’er did see, so fair a maid since I did roam.

As I went round old Dublin City, when the sun began to set
Who should I meet but the Spanish lady catching of moth in a golden net.
When she spied me, quick she fled me,lifting her petticoat o’er her knee
In all me life I ne’er did see, a maid so gay as the Spanish Lady

I stopped to look but the watchman passed says he ?young fella now the night is late?
Along with you now or I will wrestle you straight way through the Bridewell gate
I threw a kiss to the Spanish lady hot as a fire of angry coal
In all my life I ne`er did see a maid so sweet about the soul

As I went out through Dublin city as the hour of dawn was o`er
Who should I see but the Spanish lady, I was lonely and footsore
First she coaxed me then she chid me, then she laughed at my sad plight
In all my time I ne`er did see a maid so sweet as on that night

I`ve wandered north, and I have wonder south through Stoneybatter and Patrick`s Close
Up and around, by the Gloucester Diamond and round by Napper Tandys’ house
Old age has laid her hand on me, cold as a fire of ashey coal….
But, where is the lovely Spanish Lady, neat and sweet about the soul