'Spanish Lady' by Misc Irish - Guitar Tutorial
Gtp chords: Spanish Lady
Song lyrics:
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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 thru 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