Biddy Mulligan
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โฑ๏ธ 2:02 duration
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๐ Lyrics
You may travel from Clare to County Kildare,
From Dublin right down to Macroom.
But where would you see a fine widow like me
Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe
I'm a scrap of a widow that lives in a place,
In Dublin that's known as the Coombe.
And me comfort and ease sure no king could excel
Though me palace consists of one room
By Patrick Street corner for thirty-five years,
I've stood by me stall, that's no lie
And while I stood there, there was no one would dare
To say black was the white of me eye
I sell apples and oranges, nuts and sweet peas,
Bulls eyes and sugar-stick sweet.
On a Saturday night I sell second-hand clothes,
From me stall on the floor of the street.
Now I have a son Mick and he plays on the fife
He belongs to the Longford street band
It will do your heart good just to see them march out
On a Sunday to Sandymount strand
You may travel from Clare to County Kildare,
From Dublin right down to Macroom.
But where would you see a fine widow like me
Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe
From Dublin right down to Macroom.
But where would you see a fine widow like me
Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe
I'm a scrap of a widow that lives in a place,
In Dublin that's known as the Coombe.
And me comfort and ease sure no king could excel
Though me palace consists of one room
By Patrick Street corner for thirty-five years,
I've stood by me stall, that's no lie
And while I stood there, there was no one would dare
To say black was the white of me eye
I sell apples and oranges, nuts and sweet peas,
Bulls eyes and sugar-stick sweet.
On a Saturday night I sell second-hand clothes,
From me stall on the floor of the street.
Now I have a son Mick and he plays on the fife
He belongs to the Longford street band
It will do your heart good just to see them march out
On a Sunday to Sandymount strand
You may travel from Clare to County Kildare,
From Dublin right down to Macroom.
But where would you see a fine widow like me
Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.55] You may travel from Clare to County Kildare,
[00:14.49] From Dublin right down to Macroom.
[00:17.12] But where would you see a fine widow like me
[00:21.68] Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe
[00:25.13] I'm a scrap of a widow that lives in a place,
[00:28.78] In Dublin that's known as the Coombe.
[00:32.25] And me comfort and ease sure no king could excel
[00:36.03] Though me palace consists of one room
[00:39.37] By Patrick Street corner for thirty-five years,
[00:43.57] I've stood by me stall, that's no lie
[00:46.95] And while I stood there, there was no one would dare
[00:50.76] To say black was the white of me eye
[00:54.16] I sell apples and oranges, nuts and sweet peas,
[01:12.75] Bulls eyes and sugar-stick sweet.
[01:15.56] On a Saturday night I sell second-hand clothes,
[01:19.92] From me stall on the floor of the street.
[01:22.59] Now I have a son Mick and he plays on the fife
[01:27.03] He belongs to the Longford street band
[01:30.35] It will do your heart good just to see them march out
[01:34.34] On a Sunday to Sandymount strand
[01:37.98] You may travel from Clare to County Kildare,
[01:41.53] From Dublin right down to Macroom.
[01:44.82] But where would you see a fine widow like me
[01:48.94] Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe
[01:56.50]
[00:14.49] From Dublin right down to Macroom.
[00:17.12] But where would you see a fine widow like me
[00:21.68] Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe
[00:25.13] I'm a scrap of a widow that lives in a place,
[00:28.78] In Dublin that's known as the Coombe.
[00:32.25] And me comfort and ease sure no king could excel
[00:36.03] Though me palace consists of one room
[00:39.37] By Patrick Street corner for thirty-five years,
[00:43.57] I've stood by me stall, that's no lie
[00:46.95] And while I stood there, there was no one would dare
[00:50.76] To say black was the white of me eye
[00:54.16] I sell apples and oranges, nuts and sweet peas,
[01:12.75] Bulls eyes and sugar-stick sweet.
[01:15.56] On a Saturday night I sell second-hand clothes,
[01:19.92] From me stall on the floor of the street.
[01:22.59] Now I have a son Mick and he plays on the fife
[01:27.03] He belongs to the Longford street band
[01:30.35] It will do your heart good just to see them march out
[01:34.34] On a Sunday to Sandymount strand
[01:37.98] You may travel from Clare to County Kildare,
[01:41.53] From Dublin right down to Macroom.
[01:44.82] But where would you see a fine widow like me
[01:48.94] Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe
[01:56.50]