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Even if you do travel from Clare to County Kildare I am not sure you will find a beautiful woman or even a plain one who would want you as did the buxom maiden Biddy the old girl.
Biddy Mulligan
CHORUS
D A7
You may travel from Clare to the County Kildare
D E7 A
From Francis Street back to the Coombe;
D D7 G
But where would you see a fine widow like me?
D A7 D
Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe, me boys,
D A7 D
Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe.
D G A7
I'm a buxom fine widow, I live in a spot
D A7 D
In Dublin, they call it the Coombe.
D G A7
Me shops and me stalls are laid out on the street,
D A7 D
And me palace consists of one room.
D G
I sell apples and oranges, nuts and sweet peas,
D E7 A7
Bananas and sugar stick sweet.
D D7 G
On a Saturday night I sell second-hand clothes,
D A7 D
From the floor of me stall in the street.
D A7
You may travel from Clare to the county Kildare
D E7 A
From Francis Street back to the Coombe;
D D7 G
But where would you see a fine widow like me?
D A7 D
Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe, me boys,
D A7 D
Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe.
D G A7
I sell fish on a Friday, spread out on a board;
D A7 D
The finest you'll find in the sea.
D G D
But the best is my herrings, fine Dublin Bay herrings,
D A D
There's herrings for dinner and tea.
D G
I have a son, Mick, he's great on the flute,
D E7 A
He plays in the Longford Street band;
D D7 G
It would do your heart good for to see him march
D A7 D
Out on a Sunday for Dollymount Strand.
D A7
You may travel from Clare to the county Kildare
D E7 A
From Francis Street back to the Coombe;
D D7 G
But where would you see a fine widow like me?
D A7 D
Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe, me boys,
D A7 D
Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe.
D G A7
In the park, on a Sunday, I make quite a dash;
D A7 D
The neighbors look on in surprise.
D A7 D
With my Aberdeen shawlie thrown over my head,
D A7 D
I dazzle the sight of their eyes.
D G
At Patrick Street corner, for sixty-four years,
D E7 A
I've stood, and no one can deny
D D7 G
That while I stood there, nobody could dare
D A7 D
To say black was the white of my eye.
D A7
You may travel from Clare to the county Kildare
D E7 A
From Francis Street back to the Coombe;
D D7 G
But where would you see a fine widow like me?
D A7 D
Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe, me boys,
D A7 D
Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe.