As I was walking through Dublin City
About the hour of twelve at night
It was there I spied a fair, pretty maid,
Washing her feet in candle light,

First she washed them and then she dried them,
Around her shoulders she pegged a towel,
And in all my life I ne'er did see
Such a fine young girl upon my soul.

She had 20, 18, 16, 14,
12, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2, none;
She had 19, 17, 15, 13
11, 9, 7, 5, 3, and one:

Round and round the wheel of fortune
Where it stops wearies me,
Fair maids they are so deceiving
Sad experience teaches me.

She had 20, 18, 16, 14,
12, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2, none;
She had 19, 17, 15, 13
11, 9, 7, 5, 3, and one: