Biddy Mulligan the Pride of the Coombe

Lyrics

CHORUS
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
Chorus

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
Chorus

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
Chorus

Dublin 1

Songs of Dublin


Notes

Song clip – Tom Donovan



County

Dublin

Song Themes

Irish women

Songwriter