As I walked down through Dublin city at the hour of twelve at night Who should I say but a Spanish lady washing her hair by candlelight First she washed it, then she dried it over a fire of amber coal In all my life I learned to sing and I ain't so sweet about that song Whack for the tour of Loreley, whack for the tour of Loreley As I went on through Dublin city at the hour of half past eight Who should I say but a Spanish lady combing her hair so trim and neat First she brushed it, then she combed it, on her lap was a silver comb In all my life I learned to sing and I ain't so sweet since I did it wrong Whack for the tour of Loreley, whack for the tour of Loreley As I walked down through Dublin city as the sun began to set Who should I say but a Spanish lady catching a moth in her golden net First she sprayed it, then she sprayed it, hitching her petticoat on her knee In all my life I learned to sing and I ain't so fair as the Spanish lady Whack for the tour of Loreley, whack for the tour of Loreley