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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!