Cockles and Mussels


Girl


In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
‘Twas there that I first met
Sweet Molly Malone ...
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and Mussels,
Alive, alive, oh!"

Alive, alive, oh!
Alive, alive, oh!
Crying, "Cockles and Mussels,
Alive, alive, oh!"

Now she was a fishmonger
And sure ‘twas no wonder
For so were her mother
And father before
And they each
Wheeled their barrows
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and Mussels,
Alive, alive, oh!"

Alive, alive, oh!
Alive, alive, oh!
Crying, "Cockles and Mussels,
Alive, alive, oh!"

She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end
Of sweet Molly Malone ...
Now her ghost
Wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and Mussels,
Alive, alive, oh!"

Alive, alive, oh!
Alive, alive, oh!
Crying, "Cockles and Mussels,
Alive, alive, oh!"




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