biddy mulligan, the pride of the coombe
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 sat*rday night i sell second-hand clothes,
from the floor of me stall in the street.
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.
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, n*body could dare
to say black was the white of my eye.
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