Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
I once met a girl called sweet Molly Malone, 
She wheeled her wheelbarrow through the streets broad and narrow, 
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh 

She was a fishmonger and it was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh

My love had a fever and no one could save her, 
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone, 
Now her ghost wheels her barrow 
through the streets broad and narrow 
crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh.

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