As I came down through Dublin City. At the hour of twelve at night. Who should I see but the Spanish lady. Washing her feet by candlelight. First she washed them then she dried them. Over a fire of amber coal. In all my life I ne'er did see. A maid so sweet about the sole. Chorus:. Whack for the toora loora laddy. Whack for the toora loora lay. Whack for the toora loora laddy. Whack for the toora loora lay. 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 tossed it then she brushed it. On her lap was a silver comb. In all my life I ne'er did see. A maid so fair since I did roam. (Chorus). As I went back through Dublin City. As the sun began to set. Who should I spy but the Spanish lady. Catching a moth in a golden net. When she saw me then she fled me. Lifting her petticoat over her knee. In all my life I ne'er did see. A maid so shy as the Spanish lady