As I went down to Dub lin City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I say but the Spanish lady
Washing her feet by the candlelight
First she washed them, then she dried up
Over a fire of amber coal
In all my life I nev er did see
A maid so sweet about her soul
Whack for the Duralurally
Whack for the Duralurally
Whack for the Duralurally
Whack for the Duralurally
As I went down to Dub lin city
at the hour of half past eight
Who should I see but a Spanish lady
brushing her hair in broad daylight
First she brushed it, then she tossed it,
on her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I ne 'er did see
a maid so sweet as I did Rome
Whack for the tooraloo rollahally
Whack for the tooraloo rollahally
Whack for the tooraloo rollahally
Whack for the tooraloo rollahally
As I went back to Dub lin city
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady
Catching a moth in a golden net
First she saw me, then she fled me
Lifted a barricade o 'er her knee
In all my life I never did see
A maid so shy as a Spanish lady
Whack for the do -ra -loo -ra -lady
Whack for the do -ra -loo -ra -lay
Whack for the do -ra -loo -ra -lady
Whack for the do -ra -loo -ra
I wander north and I wander south
To stony batter and petrified clothes
Up and around by the Gloucester,
Old age has laid her hands on me
Cold as a fire of ashy coal
In all my life I never did see
A maid so sweet as a Spanish lady
Whack for the tu -ra -lu -ra -lady
Whack for the tu -ra -lu -ra -lady
Whack for the tu -ra -lu -ra -lady
Whack for the tu -ra -lu -ra -lady
Whack for the first time,
I sing whack for the first time,
Whack for the first time.
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