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Biddy Mulligan, the Pride of the Coombe

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Biddy Mulligan, the Pride of the Coombe

cho:
     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.

cho:

recorded Clancys (I think) RG
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