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 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 a-live O!

 A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

 Crying cockles and mussels, alive a-live O!

 She was a fishmonger, and sure it was 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, alive a-live O!

 A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

 Crying cockles and mussels, alive a-live O!

 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 a-live O!

 A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

 Crying cockles and mussels, alive a-live O!

 A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

 Crying cockles and mussels, alive a-live O!