In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, as she wheels her wheelbarrow,
Throw the streets broad and narrow, crying cockles and mussels a-live-alive o!
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A-live a-live O! a-live a-live O! a-live a-live O!
Cockles and mussels a-live a-live O!
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 a-live, a-live, O!
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She died of a fever; and n one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Mollie Malone; but her ghost wheels her barrow
Through street broad and narrow; crying cockles and mussels a-live, a-live oh!
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