1¾«] Cockles and mussels In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, as she wheeled her wheel barrow thro' streets broad and narrow, crying: cockles and mussels! Alive, alive o! alive, alive, O! Alive, alive O! crying: Cockels and mussels, alive, alive, O! She was a fismonger, but sure't was no wonder, For so were father and mother before; And they each wheeled there barrow Through streets broad and narrow, Crying: Cockles and mussles, alive, alive, O! 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! €•w]s]€•ÿÿËÿÿ÷ÿÿ9ÿÿgÿÿŠÿÿ¹ÿÿ»ÿÿëÿÿÿÿXÿÿ‡ÿÿ‰ÿÿºÿÿçÿÿ*ÿÿYÿÿ[ÿÿ]ÿÿ_ÿÿ Arial