Molly Malone
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| In | Dublin's | fair | city, where the | girls are so | pretty, |
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| I | first set | my | eyes on sweet | Molly Ma | lone. |
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| Where she | wheeled her | wheel | barrow, through | streets broad and | nallow. |
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| Crying: " | Cockles | and | mussels, a | live, a | live | oh!" |
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| "A | live, alive | oh! A | live, alive | oh!" |
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| Crying: " | Cockles | and | mussels, a | live, a | live | oh!" |
| She was a fishmonger and sure 'twas no wonder, |
| for so were her father and mother before. |
| And they both wheeled their barrow, through streets broad and nallow. |
| 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. |
| But her ghost wheels her barrow, through streets broad and nallow. |
| Crying: "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!" |
| "Alive, alive oh! Alive, alive oh!" |
| Crying: "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!" |
