In Dublin, fair city
Where girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Mallone
She wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels"
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels"
Alive, alive, oh.
She was a fismonger
And there ’t was no wonder
For so where her father and mother before
They both wheeled their barrows
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels"
Alive, alive, oh
She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Mallone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels"
Alive, alive, oh |
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