Biddy Mulligan Composer(s): Paula Kavanagh Performer(s): The Dubliners
You may travel from Clare to the County Kildare From Francis Street back to the Coombe But where would you see a fine widow like me? Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe, me boys Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe
I'm a buxom fine widow, I live in a spot In Dublin, they call it the Coombe Me shops and me stalls are laid out on the street And me palace consists of one room I sell apples and oranges, nuts and sweet peas Bananas and sugar stick sweet On a Saturday night I sell second-hand clothes From the floor of me stall in the street
You may travel from Clare to the County Kildare From Francis Street back to the Coombe But where would you see a fine widow like me? Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe, me boys Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe
I sell fish on a Friday spread out on a board The finest you'll find in the sea But the best is my herrings, fine Dublin Bay herrings There's herrings for dinner and tea I have a son Mick, he's great on the flute He plays in the Longford Street band It would do your heart good to see him march out On a Sunday for Dollymount Strand
You may travel from Clare to the County Kildare From Francis Street back to the Coombe But where would you see a fine widow like me? Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe, me boys Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe
In the park on a Sunday I make quite a dash The neighbors look on in surprise With my Aberdeen shawlie thrown over my head I dazzle the sight of their eyes At Patrick Street corner for sixty-four years I've stood and no one can deny That while I stood there, no one could dare To say black was the white of my eye
You may travel from Clare to the County Kildare From Francis Street back to the Coombe But where would you see a fine widow like me? Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe, me boys Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe
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