In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "co*kles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"
"Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh,"
Crying "co*kles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
She was a fishmonger
But sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they wheeled their barrows
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying, "co*kles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"
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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, "co*kles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"