MOLLY MALONE



In Dublin's fair city where girls are so pretty

Twas there that I first met sweet Molly Malone

As she wheeled her wheelbarrow

Through street broad and narrow

Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"



Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,

Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"



Now she was a fishmonger and sure twas no wonder

For so were her mother and father before

And they each wheeled their barrows

Through streets broad and narrow

Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"

She died of a faver and no one could save her

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone

Now her ghost wheels her barrow

Through streets broad and narrow

Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"



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