As I came in by through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by the candlelight
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of angry coals
In all me life I ne’er did see
A maid so sweet about the soul
Chorus
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
- I stopped to look but the watchman passed me
- Said young man the night is late
- Off with you home or I will rustle you
- straight right through the Brightwell Gate
I’ve wandered north and I have wonder south
Through Stoney Barter and Patrick’s close
Up and around, by the Gloucester Diamond
And back by Napper Tandys’ house
Auld age has laid her hands on me
Cold as a fire of ashy coal
Where o where is the love of me lady
So neat so sweet about the soul
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye