Luyện nghe bài hát Biddy Mulligan The Pride Of The Coombe

Biddy Mulligan, The of the Coombe

You may from Clare to the county Kildare
From Francis back to the Coombe;
But where would you see a fine widow me?
Biddy the pride of the Coombe, me boys,
Mulligan the pride of the Coombe.
I'm a fine widow, I live in a spot
In Dublin, call it the Coombe.
Me shops and me are laid out on the street,
And me palace of one room.
I sell apples and oranges, nuts and peas,
Bananas and sugar sweet.
On a Saturday I sell second-hand clothes,
From the of me stall in the street.

I fish on a Friday, spread out on a board;
The you'll find in the sea.
But the best is my herrings, fine Bay herrings,
herrings 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 for Dollymount Strand.

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

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