Molly Malone
The Dubliners Nr.:
In Dublin's fair cityWhere the girls are so prettyI first set my eyes on sweet Molly MaloneAs she wheeled her wheelbarrowThrough streets broad and narrowCrying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" Alive, alive, ohAlive, alive, ohCrying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh" She was a fishmongerAnd sure 'twas no wonderFor so were her father and mother beforeAnd they both wheeled their barrowThrough streets broad and narrowCrying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, ohAlive, alive, ohCrying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh She died of a feverAnd no one could save herAnd that was the end of sweet Molly MaloneBut her ghost wheels her barrowThrough streets broad and narrowCrying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, ohAlive, alive, ohCrying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, ohAlive, alive, ohCrying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh
