In Dublin's Fair City
The girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she pushed her wheel barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!
Singing Alive, alive o!, alive, alive o!
Alive, alive o!
She was a fishmonger
And sure 'twas no wonder
That so were her mother and father before
As they each wheel'd their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!
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 o!

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