Biddy Mulligan
You
may travel from Clare, to the
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from
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but
where would you see a fine widow like me,
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Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe.
1. I'm a buxom fine widow that lives in a
place,
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in
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My
shop and my stall are laid out on the street,
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and
my palace consists of one room.
2. By Patrick's street corner for 35 years,
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I
stood by my stall that's no lie.
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And
while I stood there, there was no one would dare
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to
say black was the white of me eye.
You
may travel from Clare, to the
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from
A E
but
where would you see a fine widow like me,
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Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe.
3. I sell apples and oranges, nuts and split
peas,
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bull's eyes and sugar stick sweet.
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On a
Saturday night I sell second hand clothes,
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from
my stall on the floor of the street.
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4. Now I have a son Mick and he plays on the
pipe,
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he
belongs to the Longford Street Band.
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It
would do your heart good just to see them march out,
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on a
Sunday to Sandymount Strand.
You
may travel from Clare, to the
A E
from
A E
but
where would you see a fine widow like me,
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Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe.
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Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe.