Cockles and mussles

In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Mollie Malone
She wheeled her wheel barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!

Alive, alive oh!
Alive, alive, oh!
Crying cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive, oh!

She was a fishmonger,
But sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before;
And they both wheeled their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!

Alive....

She died of the fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Mollie Malone,
But her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!

Alive....

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