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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