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MOLLY  MALONE
(Trad. Irish)

In Dublin's fair city,
Where the girls are all pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone.
She wheeled a wheel-barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow,
Crying: "Cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive oh!"

Chorus:
Alive, alive oh! Alive, alive oh!
Crying: "Cockles and mussels, 
Alive, alive oh!"

She was a fishmonger, 
But sure, 'twas no wonder,
For so were her mother and their mothers before!
And they all wheeled their barrows 
Through the streets broad and narrow,
Crying: "Cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive oh!"

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And she died of a fever,
So no-one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
But her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through the streets broad and narrow,
Crying: "Cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive oh!"


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