Biddy Mulligan

The Dubliners

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