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Why am I posting them?
Well, because it's stuck in my head right now.
That, and I have nothing else to write about. ^ ^;
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Spanish Lady, by Celtic Woman
as I came down through Dublin City
at the hour of twelve at night,
who should I see but a Spanish lady
washing her feet by candle light.
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 sweet about the sole.
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 came back through Dublin city
at the hour of half past eight,
who should I spy but the Spanish lady
brushing her hair in 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,
whack for the toora loora lay.
whack for the toora loora laddy,
whack for the toora loora lay.
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 o’er 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,
whack for the toora loora lay.
whack for the toora loora laddy,
whack for the toora loora lay.
whack for the toora loora laddy,
whack for the toora loora lay.
whack for the toora loora laddy,
whack for the toora loora lay.
 Ophrysia · Sat Jan 20, 2007 @ 11:21pm · 0 Comments |
