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
Francis Street back to the Coombe;
But where you see a fine widow like me?
Biddy the pride of the Coombe, me boys,
Biddy 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, and sweet peas,
Bananas and sugar sweet.
On a night I sell second-hand clothes,
From the floor of me in the street.

I fish on a Friday, spread out on a board;
The you'll find in the sea.
But the is my herrings, fine Dublin Bay herrings,
There's herrings for and tea.
I have a son, Mick, he's on the flute,
He plays in the Longford Street
It would do your heart for to see him march out
On a Sunday for Strand.

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

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