Текст песни The Spanish Lady - The Irish Rovers

As I went down to Dublin city
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candlelight
Lady I've come to court-you, New York in favor's 'bout to win
And if you'll smile upon me
Sunday night I'll call again

Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay

Lady I have a gold and silver
Lady I have a house and land
I've ships on the ocean
I'll be.

Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay

My Captain is a boatsy captain
Spain is known across the sea
The Captain.
Don't you come away with me
Well I don't need your father's fortune
Fame is nothing much to me
I've surfed the world from Antrim land
With a pettycoat high above my knee

Whack fol the toora, toora laddy
Whack fol the foora loora lay