6 acessos
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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.