Biddy Mulligan

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    You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare,
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    from Dublin right down to Macroom,
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    but where would you see a fine widow like me,
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    Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe.

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    I'm a buxom fine widow that lives in a place,
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    in Dublin that's known as the Coombe.
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    My shop and my stall are laid out on the street,
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    and my palace consists of one room.

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    By Patrick's street corner for 35 years,
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    I stood by my stall that's no lie.
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    And while I stood there, there was no one would dare
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    to say black was the white of me eye.
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    You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare,
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    from Dublin right down to Macroom,
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    but where would you see a fine widow like me,
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    Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe.

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    I sell apples and oranges, nuts and split peas,
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    bull's eyes and sugar stick sweet.
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    On a Saturday night I sell second hand clothes,
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    from my stall on the floor of the street.

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    Now I have a son Mick and he plays on the pipe,
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    he belongs to the Longford Street Band.
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    It would do your heart good just to see them march out,
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    on a Sunday to Sandymount Strand.
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    You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare,
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    from Dublin right down to Macroom,
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    but where would you see a fine widow like me,
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    Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe.
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    Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe.