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.