Letras de The Spanish Lady - Rapalje

The Spanish Lady (original)

As I came down to Dublin city
At the hour of half past eight
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
Brushing her hair in brought daylight
First she brushed it, then she tossed it
On her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I ne’er did see
So fair a maid since I did roam
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
As I came back to Dublin City
At the hour of twelve in the night
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candlelight
When she spied me, quick she fled me
Lifting her petticoats over her knee
In all my life I ne’er did see
A maid so fair as the Spanish lady
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
I stopped to look but the watchman passed
Says he, young fella the night is late
Along with you now or I will wrestle you
Straightway through the Bridewell Gate
I blew a kiss to the Spanish lady
Hot as a fire of angry coals
In all my life I ne’er did see
A maid so sweet about the soul
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
I’ve wandered north and I’ve wandered south
Through Stoneybatter and Patrick’s Close
Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond
Round by Napper Tandy’s house
Old age had laid her hand on me
Cold as a fire of ashy coals
But where is the lovely Spanish lady
Neat and sweet about the soul
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay

(traducción)

Cuando bajé a la ciudad de Dublín
A la hora de las ocho y media
¿A quién debo ver sino a la dama española?
Cepillando su cabello a la luz del día
Primero lo cepilló, luego lo tiró
En su regazo había un peine de plata
En toda mi vida nunca vi
Una doncella tan hermosa desde que deambulé
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
Cuando volví a la ciudad de Dublín
A la hora de las doce de la noche
¿A quién debo ver sino a la dama española?
Lavando sus pies a la luz de las velas
Cuando me vio, rápido huyó de mí
Levantando sus enaguas sobre su rodilla
En toda mi vida nunca vi
Una doncella tan hermosa como la dama española
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
Me detuve a mirar pero pasó el vigilante
dice él, joven, la noche es tarde
Junto contigo ahora o lucharé contigo
Inmediatamente a través de Bridewell Gate
le tiré un beso a la española
Caliente como un fuego de carbones enojados
En toda mi vida nunca vi
Una criada tan dulce sobre el alma
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
He vagado por el norte y he vagado por el sur
A través de Stoneybatter y Patrick's Close
Arriba y alrededor del Gloucester Diamond
Ronda por la casa de Napper Tandy
La vejez había puesto su mano sobre mí
Frío como un fuego de carbones cenicientos
Pero, ¿dónde está la hermosa dama española?
Limpio y dulce sobre el alma.
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay
Whack fol the toorah loorah laddie
Whack fol the toorah loorah lay