Cockles And Mussels
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Cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive, oh.
In Dublin's fair city,
Where girls are so pretty,
1 first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying "Cockles and mussels.
Alive, alive, oh."
She was a fish monger,
But sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each wheeled their barrow
Thru streets broad and narrow,
Crying "Cockles and mussels
Alive, alive, oh."
"Alive, alive, oh,
Alive, alive, oh,
" Crying "Cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive, oh.
Cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive, oh."
She died of a faver
And no one could save 'er,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
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,
Alive, alive, oh."
