paroles de chanson Spanish Lady - World Music

As I came down through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I spy, but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet in the broad daylight

First she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of ash and coal
In all me life I never did see
A maid so neat inside her soul

Whack for the too rye, ooh rye lady
Whack for the too rye, ooh rye laye
Whack for the too rye, ooh rye lady
Whack for the too rye, ooh rye laye

As I come back to Dublin City
As the sun began to set
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady
Catching a moth, in a golden net

First she saw me, then she fled me
Lifted her petticoats over her knees
In all me life I never did see
A maid so neat as the Spanish lady

Whack for the too rye, ooh rye lady
Whack for the too rye, ooh rye laye
Whack for the too rye, ooh rye lady
Whack for the too rye, ooh rye laye

I've wandered North, and I've wandered South
To Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close
Up and around, by the Gloucester Diamond
And back by Napper Tandys' house

Old age did lay her hands on me
Cold as the fires of ash and coal
But where was the love of me spanish lady?
Neat and sweet about the soul

Whack for the too rye, ooh rye lady
Whack for the too rye, ooh rye laye
Whack for the too rye, ooh rye lady
Whack for the too rye, ooh rye laye

Whack for the too rye, ooh rye lady
Whack for the too rye, ooh rye laye