Misc Traditional – Spanish Lady (Ukulele)

#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Received: from animal-farm.nevada.edu by redrock.nevada.edu (5.65c/M1.4) with SMTP id <AA04557>; Mon, 28 Jun 1993 06:21:10 -0700 Received: from sulu.orl.mmc.com by animal-farm.nevada.edu id <[email protected]>; Mon, 28 Jun 1993 06:21:09 -0700 Message-Id: <[email protected]> Received: by sulu.orl.mmc.com (1.37.109.4/16.2) id AA19243; Mon, 28 Jun 93 09:20:13 -0400 From: Wes Jester <[email protected]> Subject: /IRISH/SpanishLady.crd To: [email protected] ([email protected]) Date: Mon, 28 Jun 93 9:20:13 EDT Mailer: Elm [revision: 70.85] The Spanish Lady CAPO none

          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,  Washing  her  feet  by

candlelight

          Em                    A                   Em             A
          First she  washed them then she  dried them 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 about 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