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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

1. I’m a buxom fine widow that lives in a place

In Dublin that’s known as the Coombe

My shop and my stall are laid out on the street

And my palace consists of one room

2. By Patrick’s street corner for 35 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

But where would you see a fine widow like me

Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe

3. I sell apples and oranges, nuts and split peas

Bull’s eyes and sugar stick sweet

On a Saturday night I sell second hand clothes

From my stall on the floor of the street

4. Now I have a son Mick and he plays on the pipe

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

But where would you see a fine widow like me

Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe

Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe

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