Luyện nghe bài hát Biddy Mulligan The Pride Of The Coombe

Biddy Mulligan, The Pride of the

You may travel from 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,
Mulligan the pride of the Coombe.
I'm a buxom fine widow, I in a spot
In Dublin, call it the Coombe.
Me shops and me are laid out on the street,
And me consists of one room.
I apples and oranges, nuts and sweet peas,
Bananas and sugar sweet.
On a Saturday night I sell clothes,
From the of me stall in the street.

I sell fish on a Friday, spread out on a
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, great on the flute,
He in the Longford Street band;
It would do your good for to see him march out
On a for Dollymount Strand.

In the park, on a Sunday, I make quite a
The look 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 stood there, nobody dare
To say black was the of my eye.

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