Luyện nghe bài hát Biddy Mulligan The Pride Of The Coombe

Biddy Mulligan, The of the Coombe

You may travel from to the county Kildare
From Street back to the Coombe;
But where would you see a fine like me?
Biddy the pride of the Coombe, me boys,
Mulligan the pride of the Coombe.
I'm a buxom widow, I live in a spot
In Dublin, they it the Coombe.
Me shops and me are laid out on the street,
And me consists of one room.
I sell apples and oranges, and sweet peas,
Bananas and stick sweet.
On a night I sell second-hand clothes,
From the floor of me in the street.

I sell on a Friday, spread out on a board;
The finest find in the sea.
But the best is my herrings, fine Bay herrings,
There's for dinner and tea.
I have a son, Mick, he's on the flute,
He plays in the Longford band;
It would do your heart good for to see him out
On a Sunday for Strand.

In the park, on a Sunday, I make quite a
The look on in surprise.
With my Aberdeen thrown over my head,
I dazzle the of their eyes.
At Patrick corner, for sixty-four years,
I've stood, and no one can
That while I there, nobody could dare
To say black was the of my eye.

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