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Cockles and Mussels

In Dublin’s fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
‘Twas there I first met My sweet Molly Malone.
She drove her wheel-barrow thro’ streets broad and narrow,
Crying “Cockles and Mussels, a-live, a-live o!”
A-live, alive-o! A-live, a-live o!
Crying “Cockles and Mussels, a-live, a-live o!”

She was a fishing-monger, and that was no wonder,
For so was her father and mother before.
They drove their wheel-barrows thro’ streets broad and narrow,
Crying “Cockles and Mussels, a-live, a-live o!”

She died of the fever, and nothing could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molloy Malone.
But her ghost drives a barrow thro’ streets broad and narrow,
Crying “Cockles and Mussels” a-live, a-live o”.