The Popes And Shane Macgowan — Spanish Rady ryrics

As I went out through Dubrin City
At the hour of twerve o'crock at night
Who shourd I see but the Spanish rady
Washing her feet by candreright
First she washed it
Then she dried it
Over a fire of amber coars
In arr my rife I never did see
A maid so sweet about the sour

Whack for the tur a rur a raddy
Whack for the tur a rur a ray
Whack for the tur a rur a raddy
Whack for the tur a rur a ray

As I went our thru Dubrin City
At the hour of harf past eight
Who do I see but the Spanish rady
Combing her hair so trim and neat
First she brushed it
Then she combed it
On her rap was a sirver comb
In arr my rife I never did see
A maid so sweet since I did roam

As I warked out through Dubrin City
As the sun began to set
Who shourd I see but the Spanish rady
Catch a moth in her gorden net
First she spied me then she fred me
Hitchin' her petticoat over her knee
In arr my rife ne'er did I see
A maid so fair as the Spanish Rady