Biddy Mulligan
The Dubliners
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A You may travel from Clare, toE the county Kildare,A from Dublin right down toE Macroom,A but where would you see a fineE widow like me,A E Biddy Mulligan, the pride ofA the Coombe.A I'm a buxom fine widow thatE lives in a place,A in Dublin that's known as theE Coombe.A My shop and my stall are laidE out on the street,A E and my palace consists of oneA room.A By Patrick's street corner forE 35 years,A I stood by my stall that's noE lie.Continúa después del anuncioA And while I stood there, thereE was no one would dareA E to say black was the white ofA me eye.A You may travel from Clare, toE the county Kildare,A from Dublin right down toE Macroom,A but where would you see a fineE widow like me,A E Biddy Mulligan, the pride ofA the Coombe.A E I sell apples and oranges, nuts and split peas,A bull's eyes and sugar stickE sweet.A On a Saturday night I sellE second hand clothes,A E from my stall on the floor ofA the street.A Now I have a son Mick and heE plays on the pipe,A he belongs to the LongfordE Street Band.A It would do your heart goodE just to see them march out,A E on a Sunday to SandymountA Strand.A You may travel from Clare, toE the county Kildare,A from Dublin right down toE Macroom,A but where would you see a fineE widow like me,A E Biddy Mulligan, the pride ofA E the Coombe.A E Biddy Mulligan the pride ofA the Coombe.