Beyond The Pale
By: Beyond The Pale
Catalog ID: 294730   Duration: 4:35   Tempo: Medium   BPM: 116   Vocal: Male Vocals
Genre: European Music | UK / Irish (Gaelic) music
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A Song of longing , lost love and remembered youth from the tradition of Irish street songs   Keywords: Dublin, Irish Street Song, Longing, Love

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The Spanish Lady

As I went out through Dublin City
Around the hour of twelve at night,
Who should I spy but the Spanish Lady
Washing her feet by candle light.
First she washed them then she dried them
Over a fire of embry coals
And in all my life I never did meet
A maid so neat about the soles.

She had twenty, eighteen, sixteen, fourteen,
Twelve, ten, eight, six, four, two, none,
She had Nineteen, seventeen, fifteen, thirteen,
Eleven, nine seven, five, three, and one.

I stopped to look but the watchman passed.
Says he “Young fella now the night is late,
Away with you home or I will wrestle you
Straigh away to the Bridewell Gate”.
But I got a look from the Spanish Lady,
Hot as a fire of embry coals,
And in all my life I never did meet
a maid so sweet about the soles.


So I wandered north and I wandered south,
By Stoney Batter and Patrick’s Close,
Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond 
Back by Napper Tandy’s house.
And as I passed back through Dublin City,
Just as the dwon was breaking o’er
Who should I spy but the Spanish Lady 
As I was weary and footsore.
She had a heart so full of lovin,
And that love she longed to share,
And in all my life I never did meet
A maid who had so much to spare.


But old age has laid her hand upon me
Cold as a fire of ashy coals
And gone is the lovely Spanish Lady
Neat and sweet about the soles.
Round and around goes the wheel of fortune
And where it rests now wearys me
Fair young maids are so deceiving
Sad experience teaches me.

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