Irish Traditional Listen to a sample
As I was walking through Dublin City about the hour of twelve at night
It was there I saw a fair, pretty female washing her feet by candle light
First she washed them and then she dried them over a fire of embery coals
In all my life I never did see a maid so neat about the soles...
Chorus: She had 20, 18, 16, 14, 12, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2, none...
She had 19, 17, 15, 13, 11, 9, 7, 5, 3 and 1...
I stopped to look but the watchman passed. Says he, "Young fellow, the night is late
Along with you home or I will wrestle you Straight away through the Bridewell gate"
I got a look from the Spanish Lady, hot as the fire of embery coals
In all my life I never did see a maid so sweet about the soles... Chorus
As I came back through Dublin City as the dawn of day was o'er
Oh, who should I spy but the Spanish Lady when I was weary and footsore
Now, she had a heart so full of loving and her love she longed to share
In all my life I never did see a maid who had so much to share... Chorus
I've wandered north and I've wandered south from Stoneybatter to Patrick's Close
Oh, and up and around by the Gloucester Diamond, back by Napper Tandy's house
Old age has laid her hands upon me, cold as a fire of ashy coals
And gone is the lovely Spanish Lady, neat and sweet about the soles.... Chorus
Round and round the wheel of fortune. Where it stops wearies me
For fair young women are so deceiving, sad experience teaches me . Chorus