Текст песни: 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
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