Spanish Lady

“Spanish Lady” is a traditional Irish tune with a lively, rhythmic melody, often played as a reel in Irish music sessions. The exact origins of the tune are uncertain, but it has been a staple in the Irish folk music tradition for many years. The title “Spanish Lady” likely refers to the popular theme of love and romance in folk music, although it is not definitively tied to any specific historical event involving Spain or Spanish people. The tune’s upbeat and danceable nature makes it a perfect example of the lively spirit of Irish music.

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While the tune’s name suggests a Spanish connection, “Spanish Lady” has no known historical link to Spain. It is more likely a product of Irish folk music’s cross-cultural influences, as Irish music often incorporated melodies and themes from other European traditions. Like many folk tunes, “Spanish Lady” has been passed down orally through generations of musicians, and its exact origins remain somewhat unclear.

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“Spanish Lady” has become widely recognized due to its inclusion in various Irish music collections and performances. It is often played in sessions alongside other reels, where it adds energy and excitement to the mix. Over time, the tune has been recorded by numerous artists and has appeared in traditional Irish music compilations, further cementing its place in the Irish folk music canon.

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Despite its uncertain origins, “Spanish Lady” has remained a beloved and enduring part of the Irish music repertoire, continuing to be played at Irish céilís, sessions, and performances around the world. Its simple, catchy melody and upbeat tempo ensure that it remains a crowd favorite.

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

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Chorus Whack for the Too Rye Ooh Ray Lady Whack for the Too Rye Ooh Rye Aye

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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 . 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

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I’ve wandered North, and I have wonder South Through Stoney Barter and Patricks 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