Lyrics - Biddy Mulligan The Pride Of The Coombe by Clancy Brothers

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)
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