Biddy Mulligan - The Dubliners

You may travel from Clare to 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

I’m a scrap of a widow that lives in a place,

In Dublin that’s known as the Coombe.

And me comfort and ease sure no king could excel

Though me palace consists of one room

By Patrick Street corner for thirty-five years,

I’ve stood by me 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

I sell apples and oranges, nuts and sweet peas,

Bulls eyes and sugar-stick sweet.

On a Saturday night I sell second-hand clothes,

From me stall on the floor of the street.

Now I have a son Mick and he plays on the fife

He belongs to the Longford street band

It will do your heart good just to see them march out

On a Sunday to Sandymount strand

You may travel from Clare to 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