As I came back through Dublin City
At the hour of half past eight
Who should I see but the 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 fair since I did roam
As I went back through Dublin City
As the sun began to set
Who should I spy but the Spanish Lady
Catching a moth in a golden net
When she saw 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
I've wandered north and I've wandered south
Through Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close
Up and around the Gloucester Diamond
And back by Napper Tandy's house
Old age had laid her hand on me
Cold as a fire of ashy coals
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet as the Spanish Lady.