Biddy Mulligan
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I'm a buxon fine widow, I live in a spot, in Dublin they call it The Coombe
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Me shops and me stalls are laid out in the street and me palace consists of one room
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I sell apples and oranges, nuts and sweet peas, bananas and sugar-stick sweet
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On a Saturday night I sell second hand clothes, from the floor of me stall in the street.
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Chorus:You may travel from Clare to the County Kildare,
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from Francis Street back to The Coombe
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But where would you find a fine widow like me,
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Biddy Mulligan, the pride of The Coombe, me boys,
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Biddy Mulligan, the pride of The Coombe
I sell fish on a Friday, spread out on a board, the finest you'd find in the sea
But the best is my herrings, fine Dublin Bay herrings, there's herrings for dinner and tea
I hav a son, Mick, he's great on the flute, he plays in the Longford Street Band
It would do your heart good to see him march out on a Sunday for Dollymount Strand
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In the Park on a Sunday I make quite a dash, the neighbours look on with 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, no one could dare, to say black was the white in my eye.
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