The Spanish Lady

As I came down through Dublin City At the hour of twelve at night Who should I spy but a Spanish lady Washing her feet by the 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 sweet about the soul Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye 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 brushed it, then she tossed it On her lap was a silver comb In all me life I ne'er did see A maid so fair since I did roam Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye As I returned to Dublin City As the sun began to set Who should I spy but a Spanish lady Catching a moth, in a golden net First she saw me, then she fled me Lifted her petticoats o'er her knee In all me life I ne'er did see A maid so fair as the Spanish lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye I've wandered north and I have wonder south Through Stoney Barter and Patrick's close Up and around, by the Gloucester Diamond And back by Napper Tandys' house Auld age has laid her hands on me Cold as a fire of ashy coals But there is the love of me Spanish lady A maid so sweet about the soul Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye --- The Spanish Lady - The Dubliners