Molly Malone

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In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty,

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

She was a fishmonger, and sure t'was no wonder,

For so were her father and mother before,

And they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow,

Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

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She died of a fever, 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 a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

Author : Traditional.