Biddy Mulligan

Lyrics

[Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] I'm a scrap of a widow that lives in a place In Dublin that's known as the Coombe And me comfort and ease, sure, no king could excel Though me palace consists of one room [Verse 2] Be Patrick's street corner for 35 years I stood be me 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 [Chorus] You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare From Dublin right down to Macroom And where would you see a fine widow like me Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe [Verse 3] 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 me stall on the floor of the street [Verse 4] 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 Of a Sunday to Sandymount Strand [Chorus] You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare From Dublin right down to Macroom And 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