Mother, and Child, Re-Union.

As I came down through Dublin City At the hour of twelve at night
 Who should I spy but a Spanish lady Washing her feet by the candlelight
 First she washed them, then she dried them Over a fire of amber coals
In all me life I ne'er did see A maid so sweet about the soul
 Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
 As I came back through Dublin City At the hour of half past eight
 Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
 Brushing her hair in the broad daylight
 First she brushed it, then she tossed it On her lap was a silver comb
 In all me life I ne'er did see A maid so fair since I did roam
 Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
 As I returned to Dublin City As the sun began to set Who should I spy but a Spanish lady
 Catching a moth, in a golden net
 First she saw me, then she fled me
Lifted her petticoats o'er her knee
In all me life I ne'er did see
 A maid so fair as the Spanish lady
 Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
 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 coals
 But there is the love of me Spanish lady
 A maid 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