cockles and mussels

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in dublin’s fair city , where the girls are so pretty
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i first set my eyes on sweet molly malone
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as she wheeled her wheel – barrow
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through streets broad and narrow
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crying cockles and mussels , alive , alive – o!
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alive , alive – o! alive , alive – o!
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crying cockles and mussels , alive , alive – o!

she was a fish – monger , but sure ’twas no wonder
for so were her father and mother before
and they each wheeled their barrow
through streets broad and narrow
crying cockles and mussels , alive , alive – o!
alive , alive – o! alive , alive – o!
crying cockles and mussels , alive , alive – o!

she died of a fever , and no one could save her
and that was the end of sweet molly malone
but her ghost wheels her barrow
through streets broad and narrow
crying cockles and mussels , alive , alive – o!
alive , alive – o! alive , alive – o!
crying cockles and mussels , alive , alive – o!