Biddy Mulligan The Pride Of The Coombe

Biddy mulligan, the pride of the coombe

Cho:

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.

Cho:

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 for to see him march out

On a sunday for dollymount strand.

Cho:

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, nobody could dare

To say black was the white of my eye.

Cho:

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