Biddy Mulligan (1)

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

I’m a buxom fine widow that lives in a place
In Dublin that’s known as the Coombe
And my comfort are these, sure no King could excel
Though my palace consists of one room
By Patrick’s street corner for thirtyfive years
I stood by my 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 Dublin 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 split peas
Bulls eyes and sugar stick sweet
On a Saturday night I sell second hand clothes
From my 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 would do your heart good just to see them march out
On a Sunday to Sandymount Strand

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