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MOLLY MALONE (EN)

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
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!”

REFRAIN
“Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh”
Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh”

She was a fishmonger
And sure ’twas no wonder
For so were her father and the mother before

And they wheeled their barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!”

REFRAIN
“Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh”
Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh”

She died of a fever
And sure no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!”


REFRAIN
“Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh”
Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh”

“Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh”
Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh”
 

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