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letra de biddy mulligan - frank harte

[verse 1]
i’m a buxom fine widow, i live in a spot
in dublin, they call it “the coombe”
me shop and me stall are laid out on the street
and me palace consists of one room
at patrick street corner for forty-five years
i’ve stood there, i’m tellin’ no lie
and while i stood there sure n0body would dare
to say black was the white of me eye

[chorus]
you may travel from clare, to the county kildare
from drogheda right back by macroom
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

[verse 2]
i sell apples and oranges, nuts and split peas
bananas and sugar sticks sweet
on a sat-rday night i sell second-hand clothes
and the floor of me stall is the street
i sell fish on a friday, laid out on a dish
fresh mackerel and lovely ray
i sell lovely herrings, such lovely fresh herrings
that once swam in dear dublin bay
[chorus]
you may travel from clare, to the county kildare
from drogheda right back by macroom
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

[verse 3]
i have a son mick and he plays on the flute
he belongs to the longford street band
and ‘twould do your heart good for to see him march out
when the band goes to dollymount strand
in the park of a sunday, i cut quite a dash
all the neighbours look on in surprise
at me grand paisley shawl and me bonnet so tall
‘twould dazzle the sight of your eyes

- frank harte

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