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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