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Biddy Mulligan Lyrics And Guitar Chords The Dubliners

[Chorus]
You[A] may travel from Clare[E] to the County Kildare,
From[A] Dublin right down to Ma[E]croom,
Bu[A]t where would you see a fine[E] widow like me,
Biddy[A] Mulligan the[E] pride of the[A] Coombe me boys
 
Im a buxom fine widow that lives in a place,
In Dublin its known as ''The Coombe''
Me shop and my stall are all laid out in the street
And me palace consists of one room
[Chorus]
By Patrick's street corner for 35 years
I stood by me stall thats no lie
And while I was there there's no one would dare
To say black was the white of me eye
[Chorus]
I sell apples,oranges nuts and split peas,
Bulls eyes and sugar sticks sweet,
On saturday night I sell second hand clothes
From me stall on the floor of the street,
[Chorus]
Now I have a son mick who plays on the pipe,
He belongs to the Longford street band
It would do your heart good to see them march out
On a Sunday to Sandymount Strand 

Biddy Mulligan Lyrics Without The Guitar Chords
You may travel from Clare to the 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 me boys
 
Im a buxom fine widow that lives in a place,
In Dublin its known as ''The Coombe''
Me shop and my stall are all laid out in the street
And me palace consists of one room
[Chorus]
By Patrick's street corner for 35 years
I stood by me stall thats no lie
And while I was there there's no one would dare
To say black was the white of me eye
[Chorus]
I sell apples,oranges nuts and split peas,
Bulls eyes and sugar sticks sweet,
On saturday night I sell second hand clothes
From me stall on the floor of the street,
[Chorus]
Now I have a son mick who plays on the pipe,
He belongs to the Longford street band
It would do your heart good to see them march out
On a Sunday to Sandymount Strand 

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