Lyrics:

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

I'm a buxom fine widow that lives in a place
In Dublin that's known as the Coombe
My shop and my stall are laid out on the street
And my palace consists of one room

By Patrick's street corner for 35 years
I stood by my stall that's no lie
And while I stood there, there was no one would dare
To say black was the white of me eye
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

I sell apples and oranges, nuts and split peas
Bull's eyes and sugar stick sweet
On a Saturday night I sell second hand clothes
From my stall on the floor of the street

Now I have a son Mick and he plays on the pipe
He belongs to the Longford Street Band
It would do your heart good just to see them march out
On a Sunday to Sandymount Strand
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
Biddy Mulligan the pride of the Coombe