As I went down to Dublin city
at the hour of 12 at the night,
Who should I see but a Spanish lady
washing her feet by candlelight,
First she washed them, then she dried them
o’er a fire of amber coal,
In all my life I ne’er did see
a maid so neat about the sole.
Refrain
Whack for the toora loora laddy,
whack for the toora loora lay.
Whack for the toora loora laddy,
whack for the toora loora lay.
As I roam down to Dublin
city
at the hour of half-past eight,
Who should I spy but a 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 sweet since I did roam.
Refrain
As I went out 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 spied 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.
Refrain
Step we gaily, on we go,
heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row in row
all for Marie’s wedding!
Over hillways up and down,
myrtle green and bracken brown,
Past the sheilings through the town
all for the sake of Marie.
Step we gaily, on we go,
heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row in row
all for Marie’s wedding!
Red her cheeks as rowans are,
bright her eyes as any star.
Fairest of them all by far
is our darling Marie.
Step we gaily, on we go,
heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row in row
all for Marie’s wedding!
Step we gaily, on we go,
heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row in row
all for Marie’s wedding!
