As I came down through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candlelight
First she washed them then she dried then
Over a fire of amber coal
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the sole
Whack for the toora loora laddy
As I came back through Dublin City
At the hour of half past eight
Who should I spy 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
Whack for the toora loora laddy
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
Whack for the toora loora laddy
（跳舞吧 欢呼吧）