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Molly Malone
In Dublin's Fair City, where the girls are so pretty,
'Twas there I first met sweet Molly Malone.
She drove a wheel-barrow
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying "Cockles and mussels, a-live, a-live-o!"
She was a fishmonger, and sure twas no wonder,
For so was her father and mother before.
And they each wheeled their barrows
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying "Cockles and mussels, a-live, a-live-o" (Chorus)
She died of the fever, and nothing 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, a-live, a-live-o" (Chorus)