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Molly Mallone (In Dublin's fair city)
In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes
on sweet Molly Malone.
She wheeled a wheel barrow,
through streets broad and narrow,
crying: cockles and mussels,
a live, a live, oh!
Alive, alive, oh! Alive, alive, oh!
Crying: cockles and mussels,
a live, a live, oh!
She was a fish monger,
but sure, 'twas no wonder.
For so were her father
and mother before.
And they both wheeled their barrows,
through streets broad and narrow,
crying, Cockles and mussels,
a-live, a-live, oh! ...
She died of a fever,
no one could relieve her,
and that was the end
of sweet Molly Malone.
But her ghost wheeles her barrow,
through streets broad and narrow,
crying, Cockles and mussels,
a-live, a-live, oh! ...
This is a kind of inofficial anthem of Dublin.
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