As I went out through Dublin CitynAt the hour of twelve o'clock at nightnWho should I see but the Spanish ladynWashing her feet by candlelightnFirst she washed itnThen she dried itnOver a fire of amber coalsnIn all my life I never did seenA maid so sweet about the soulnnWhack for the tur a lur a laddynWhack for the tur a lur a laynWhack for the tur a lur a laddynWhack for the tur a lur a laynnAs I went our thru Dublin CitynAt the hour of half past eightnWho do I see but the Spanish ladynCombing her hair so trim and neatnFirst she brushed itnThen she combed itnOn her lap was a silver combnIn all my life I never did seenA maid so sweet since I did roamnnAs I walked out through Dublin CitynAs the sun began to setnWho should I see but the Spanish ladynCatch a moth in her golden netnFirst she spied me then she fled menHitchin' her petticoat over her kneenIn all my life ne'er did I seenA maid so fair as the Spanish Lady