| 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, Wash | ing her | feet by |
| candlelight |
| Em | A | Em | A | |
| First she washed them | then she dried the | m 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 a | bout 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 |