Dubliners Biddy Mulligan Lyrics

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.