Biddy Mulligan Lyrics
Biddy Mulligan - The Dubliners
You may travel from clare to county kildare
From dubling right down to macroom
But where would you see a fine widow like me
Biddy mulligan the pride of the coombe
I'm a scrap of a widow that lives in a place
In dubling that's known as the coombe
And me comfort and ease sure no king could excel
Though me palace consists of one room
By patrick street corner for thirty five years
I've stood by 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
You may travel from clare to the county kildare
From dubling right down to macroom
And where would you see a fine widow like me
Biddy mulligan the pride of the coombe
I sell apples and oranges nuts and sweet peas
Bulls eyes and sugar stick sweet
On a saturday night I sell second hand clothes
From me stall on the floor of the street
Now I have a son mick and he plays on the fife
He belongs to the longford street band
It will do your heart good just to see them march out
On a sunday to sandymount strand
You may travel from clare to county kildare
From dubling right down to 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