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Текст песни "The Dubliners — Spanish Lady (A)"
As I went out through Dublin City
at the hour of twelve in the night
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
washing her feet by candle light
First she washed them, then she dried them
over a fire of amber coals
In all my life I ne'er did see
a maid so neat about the soul
(Chorus)
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
As I came back through Dublin city
at the time of half past eight
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
brushing her hair so trim and neat
First she teased it, then she brushed it,
on her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I ne'er did see
so fair a maid since I did roam
(Repeat Chorus)
As I went round old Dublin City
when the sun began to set
Who should I meet but the Spanish lady
catching a moth in a golden net
When she spied me, quick she fled me,
lifting her petticoats over her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see
a maid so gay as the Spanish lady
(Repeat Chorus)
I stopped to look but the watchman passed,
says he: "young fella now the night is late.
Along with you now or I will wrestle with you
straightway through the Bridewell Gate"
I thew a kiss to the Spanish lady,
hot as a fire of angry coal
In all my life I ne'er did see
a maid so sweet about the soul
(Repeat Chorus)
As I went out through Dublin City
as the hour of dawn was o'er
Who should I see but the Spanish lady,
I was lonely and foot-sore
First she coaxed me, then she chid me,
then she laughed at my sad plight
In all my time I ne'er did see
a maid so sweet as on that night
(Repeat Chorus)
I've wandered north and I've wandered south,
through Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close
Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond,
round by Napper Tandy's house
Old age has laid her hand on me,
cold as a fire of ashy coals
But where is the lovely Spanish lady,
neat and sweet about the soul?
