As I came down through Dublin city
at the hour of twelve at night
washing her feet by candlelight
over a fire of angry coal
In all my life I never did see
a maid so neat about the soul
Whack for the toor -a -loo -a -lady
Whack for the toor -a -loo -a -lay
Whack for the toor -a -loo -a -lady
Whack for the toor -a -loo -a -lay
As I came back through Dublin city
At the hour of half past eight
Brushin' her hair in broad daylight
First she brushed it, then she tossed it
And her luck was a silver comb
In all my life I ne 'er did see
A maid so fair since I did roam
Whack for the two -a -loo -a laddie
Whack for the two -a -loo -a lad
Whack for the two -a -loo -a laddie
Whack for the two -a -loo -a lad
As I came back through Dublin city
Catching a moth in a golden net
When she saw me then she fled me
Lifted her pretty coat over me
In all my life I ne 'er did see
A maid so fair as the Spanish lady
Whack for the to -ro -ro -ro -ro -lady,
Whack for the to -ro -ro -ro -ro -lay,
Whack for the to -ro -ro -ro -ro -lady,
Whack for the to -ro -ro -ro -ro -lay
Chris Donnie, Butter and Patrick's Clause,
Up and around by the Duster,
All they charge lay their hand upon me,
Call that a fire of bashing coal.
But where is that lovely Spanish lady,
Neat and sweet about her soul?
Whack for the to -ra -loo -ra -la -dee,
Whack for the to -ra -loo -ra
