Biddy Mulligan The Pride Lyrics

song lyrics Biddy Mulligan The Pride Of The Coombe lyrics Biddy Mulligan, The Pride of the Coombe cho:      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) RG filename[ BIDDYMUL play.exe BIDDYMUL RG ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== song lyrics