Biddy Mulligan

[Verse 1]
I'm a buxom fine widow, I live in a spot
In Dublin, they call it "the Coombe"
Me shop and me stall are laid out on the street
And me palace consists of one room
At Patrick Street corner for forty-five years
Sure I've stood there, I'm tellin' no lie
And while I stood there nobody would dare
To say black was the white of me eye

[Chorus]
You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare
From Drogheda right back by Macroom
But where would you see a fine widow like me?
Biddy Mulligan, the pride of thе Coombe, me boys
Biddy Mulligan, the pridе of the Coombe

[Verse 2]
I sell apples and oranges, nuts and split peas
Bananas and sugar sticks sweet
On a Saturday night I sell second-hand clothes
And the floor of me stall is the street
I sell fish on a Friday, laid out on a dish
Fresh mackerel and lovely ray
I sell lovely herrings, such lovely bay herrings
That once swam in dear Dublin Bay

[Chorus]
You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare
From Drogheda right back by Macroom
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

[Verse 3]
I have a son Micheál, he plays on the flute
He belongs to the Longford Street band
'Twould do your heart good for to see him march out
When the band goes to Dollymount Strand
In the park on a Sunday, I quite cut a dash
All the neighbours look on in surprise
At me grand Paisley shawl and me bonnet so tall
'Twould dazzle the sight of your eyes

[Chorus]
You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare
From Drogheda right back by Macroom
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