[Verse]
I'm a buxom fine widow, I live in a spot,
In Dublin, they call it The Coombe,
Me shop and me stall are laid out on the street,
And me palace consists of one room,
At Patrick Street corner for forty five years,
Sure I've stood there, I'm telling no lie,
And while I stood there nobody would dare,
To say black was the white of me eye.

[Chorus]
You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare,
From Drogheda right back be Macroom,
But where would you see a fine widow like me?
Biddy Mulligan, the pride of thе Coombe, me boys,
Biddy Mulligan, the pridе of the Coombe.

[Verse]
I sell apples and oranges, nuts and split peas,
Bananas and sugar sticks sweet,
On a Saturday night I sell second hand clothes,
And the floor of me stall is the street,
I sell fish on a Friday, laid out on a dish,
Fresh mackerel and lovely ray,
I sell lovely herrings, such lovely bay herrings,
That once swam in dear Dublin Bay.

[Chorus]
You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare,
From Drogheda right back be Macroom,
But where would you see a fine widow like me?
Biddy Mulligan, the pride of thе Coombe, me boys,
Biddy Mulligan, the pridе of the Coombe.

[Verse]
I have a son, Micheál, he plays on the flute,
He belongs to the Longford Street band,
Twould do your heart good for to see him march out,
When the band goes to Dollymount Strand,
In the park on a Sunday, I quite cut a dash,
All the neighbours look on in surprise,
At me grand Paisley shawl and me bonnet so tall,
Twould dazzle the sight of your eyes.

[Chorus]
You may travel from Clare, to the county Kildare,
From Drogheda right back be Macroom,
But where would you see a fine widow like me?
Biddy Mulligan, the pride of thе Coombe, me boys,
Biddy Mulligan, the pridе of the Coombe.