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）