Cockles and mussels

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In Dublin’s fair city, where girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
crying 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 it sure no wonder
For so were her mother and father before
And they each wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
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

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!