Friday 10 February 2012 photo 2/2
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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 Ohh!
A-live a-live Oh! A-live a-live Oh!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live Oh!
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 Oh! A-live a-live Oh!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live Oh!
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 Oh!
A-live a-live Oh! A-live a-live Oh!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live Oh!
A-live a-live Oh! A-live a-live Oh!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live Oh!
Annons