Luyện nghe bài hát Brighidin Ban Mo Store

I am a minstrel man,
And my only theme,
stray'd beside the pleasant Bann,
And eke the Shannon's
I've pip'd and play'd to and maid
By Barrow, Suir, and Nore,
But met a maiden yet
Brighidin Ban Mo Store.

My girl hath rich and rare,
By Nature's wove -
Loch-Carra's swan is not so
As her breast of
And she moves, in Sunday sheen,
Beyond our door,
I'd scorn the Saxon queen
For Ban Mo Store.

It is not that thy is sweet,
And thy voice of song -
It is not thou fleest to meet
My lone and long;
But doth rest beneath thy breast,
A heart of core,
Whose is known to me alone,
My Ban Mo Store!