Molly Malone
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In Dublin, fair city, where girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Trough streets broad and narrow
Crying, "cockles and mussels alive, alive oh!"
She was a fishmonger but sure, ’twas no wonder
That so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
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!"