Cockles and Mussels (F)
In Dublin’s fair city, where girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel barrow
through streets broad and narrow,
Crying “Cockles and mussels alive, alive O!”
“Alive, alive O!, Alive, alive O!”
Crying “Cockles and mussels alive, alive O!”
She was a fishmonger, and sure ‘t was no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
they both wheeled their barrow
through streets broad and narrow,
Crying “Cockles and mussels alive, alive O!”
“Alive, alive O!, Alive, alive O!”
Crying “Cockles and mussels alive, alive O!”
She died of a fever, and no one could save her,
and that was the end of sweet Molly Malone,
but her ghost wheels her barrow
through streets broad and narrow,
Crying “Cockles and mussels alive, alive O!”
“Alive, alive O!, Alive, alive O!”
Crying “Cockles and mussels alive, alive O!”-
Crying “Cockles and mussels alive, alive O!”-
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