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!
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TELEDMUS