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!