Molly Malone
In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so pretty,
Em*
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Em*
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"
"Alive, alive, oh,
Alive, alive, oh",
Em*
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".
She was a fishmonger,
And sure 'twas no wonder,
Em*
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each wheeled their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Em*
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"
"Alive, alive, oh,
Alive, alive, oh",
Em*
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".
She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
Em*
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Em*
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"
"Alive, alive, oh,
Alive, alive, oh",
Em*
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".
Em*
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