Molly Malone
Limeliters
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In old dublin city, where the colleens are pretty
Twas there I met my sweet molly malone
She drove her wheelbarrow
Through streets old and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o!
Well she was a fishmonger, that was no wonder
Her father, her mother were fishmongers too
They drove their wheelbarrow
Through streets old and narrow
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Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o!
Cockles and mussels, alive a-live o!
A-live a-live o!
Cockles and mussels alive a-live o!
Well she died of a fever and no one could save her
That's how I lost my sweet molly malone
Now her ghost drives her barrow
Through streets old and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o!
Cockles and mussels