, 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
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
Traducere: Dubliners. Spaniolă Lady.
