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Biddy Mulligan The Pride Of The Coombe lyrics

Biddy Mulligan, The Pride of the Coombe
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     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.
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