Biddy Mulligan, The Pride of the Coombecho: 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) R
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