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Sunday 22 April 2018

The Spanish Lady

As I came back through Dublin City

At the hour of half past eight

Who should I see 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

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

I've wandered north and I've wandered south

Through Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close

Up and around the Gloucester Diamond

And back by Napper Tandy's house

Old age had laid her hand on me

Cold as a fire of ashy coals

In all my life I ne'er did see

A maid so sweet as the Spanish Lady.

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