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cockles and mussels
In
Dublin's fair city
Where girls are so pretty
Twas there that I first met
Sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Mussels,
Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh
Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying,
Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh
Now she was a fishmonger
And sure twas no wonder
For so were her mother
Ad father before
And they each
Wheeled their barrows
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
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