
In Dublin's Fair City. Where the girls are so pretty. I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheel'd her wheel barrow. Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!
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Alive, alive o!, alive, alive o! Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!
She was a fishmonger But sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheel'd their barrow Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive 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
But her ghost wheels her barrow. Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!
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