As I Went Out Through Dublin City

At The Hour Of Twelve O'clock At Night

Who Should I See But The Spanish Lady

Washing Her Feet By Candlelight

First She Washed It

Then She Dried It

Over A Fire Of Amber Coals

In All My Life I Never Did See

A Maid So Sweet About The Soul



Whack For The Tur A Lur A Laddy

Whack For The Tur A Lur A Lay

Whack For The Tur A Lur A Laddy

Whack For The Tur A Lur A Lay



As I Went Our Thru Dublin City

At The Hour Of Half Past Eight

Who Do I See But The Spanish Lady

Combing Her Hair So Trim And Neat

First She Brushed It

Then She Combed It

On Her Lap Was A Silver Comb

In All My Life I Never Did See

A Maid So Sweet Since I Did Roam



As I Walked Out Through Dublin City

As The Sun Began To Set

Who Should I See But The Spanish Lady

Catch A Moth In Her Golden Net

First She Spied Me Then She Fled Me

Hitchin' Her Petticoat Over Her Knee

In All My Life Ne'er Did I See

A Maid So Fair As The Spanish Lady