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.
crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh.
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