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 jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu (jamesb@nevada.edu)
Date: Mon, 28 Jun 93 9:21:35 EDT
Mailer: Elm [revision: 70.85]


                                The Spanish Lady
                                                CAPO  none

          G                               C      G       Am        D
          As I came down thru Dublin city at the hour of twelve at night
          G                                  Am          G       Am
          Who   should  I  see  but  Spanish  Lady,  Washing  her  feet  by
          candlelight
          Em                    A                   Em             A
          First she  washed them then she  dried them over a  fire of amber
               coals
             G             C               D7      G      C        D7
          In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet about the soul

                    G
          CHORUS:   Whack for the toora loora laddy
                    C             G     C     D
                    Whack for the toora loora lay
                    G
                    Whack for the toora loora laddy
                    C             G     C     D
                    Whack for the torra loora lay


          As I came back thru Dublin city at the hour of half past eight
          Who should I see but the  Spanish lady brushing her hair in broad
               daylight
          First she tossed  it then she combed  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


          CHO:


          As I came back thru Dublin city as the sun began to set
          Who should I see but the Spanish lady catching a moth in a golden
               net
          When see saw me then  she fled me lifting her pettycoat  over her
               knee
          In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so shy as the Spanish Lady


          CHO:


          I've wandered north  and I've wandered south  throu stormy batter
          and  Patricks Close
          Up and  around the  by the  Glouster Diamond and  back by  Napper
               Tandy's house
          Old age has 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