Biddy Mulligan G C G D - G C G D G D G D G - C G D G C G D G C - G D G Em G D G I'm a fine buxom widow, I live in a spot, In Dublin they call it The Coombe. Me shops and me stalls are laid out in 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: you may travel from clare to county kildare, from francis street back to the coombe, but where would you find a fine widow like me biddy mulligan, the pride of the coombe, me boys, biddy mulligan, the pride of the coombe. I sell fish on a Friday, spread out on a board, The finest you'd find in the sea. But the best is me herrings, fine Dublin Bay herrings, There's herring 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 to see him march out, On a Sunday for Dollymount Strand. CHORUS In a Park on a Sunday I make quite a dash, The neighbours look on with 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, no one could dare, To say black was the white in me eye. CHORUS