In Dublin's Fair City, where the 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-o"
She was a fishmonger, but shure 't was no wonder For so were her mother an father before They wheeled their wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow Crying: "Cockles and mussels alive, alive-o"
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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"
