As I went out by 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 them all by the fire of amber coal In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet about the sole
I asked her would she come out a walking and went on till the grey cocks crew A coach I stopped then to instate her and we rode on till the sky was blue Combs of amber in her hair were and her eyes knew every spell In all my life I ne'er did see a woman who I could love so well
But when I came to where to I found her and set her down from the halted coach Who was there with his arms folded but the fearful swordsman Tiger Roche Blades were out twas thrust and cut never a man gave me more fright Till I laid him dead on the floor where she stood holding the candlelight
So if you go to Dublin City at the hour of twelve at night Beware of the girls who sit in their windows combing their hair in the candlelight I met one and we went walkin I thought that she would be my wife When I came to where I found her if it wasn't for me sword I'd have lost me lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
