The Dubliners - Biddy Mulligan lyrics

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The Dubliners - Biddy Mulligan lyrics

You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare From Dublin right down to Macroom But where would you see a fine widow like me Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe I'm a buxom fine widow that lives in a place In Dublin that's known as the Coombe My shop and my stall are laid out on the street And my palace consists of one room By Patrick's street corner for 35 years I stood by my stall that's no lie And while I stood there, there was no one would dare To say black was the white of me eye You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare From Dublin right down to Macroom But where would you see a fine widow like me Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe I sell apples and oranges, nuts and split peas Bull's eyes and sugar stick sweet On a Saturday night I sell second hand clothes From my stall on the floor of the street Now I have a son Mick and he plays on the pipe He belongs to the Longford Street Band It would do your heart good just to see them march out On a Sunday to Sandymount Strand You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare From Dublin right down to Macroom But where would you see a fine widow like me Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe