Biddy Mulligan The Pride Of The Coombe — текст песни (Clancy Brothers)





Biddy Mulligan, The Pride of the Coombe
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You may travel from Clare to the county Kildare
From Francis Street back to the Coombe;
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.
I`m a buxom fine widow, I live in a spot
In Dublin, they call it the Coombe.
Me shops and me stalls are laid out on 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.
cho:
I sell fish on a Friday, spread out on a board;
The finest you`ll find in the sea.
But the best is my herrings, fine Dublin Bay herrings,
There`s herrings 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 for to see him march out
On a Sunday for Dollymount Strand.
cho:
In the park, on a Sunday, I make quite a dash;
The neighbors look on in 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, nobody could dare
To say black was the white of my eye.
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