In Dublin's fair city,where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
She wheeled her wheelbarrow,
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and muscles alive alive O
She was a fishmonger, sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
They drove their wheel barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and muscles alive alive O
She died of the fever, and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and muscles alive alive O
(I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
She wheeled her wheelbarrow,
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and muscles alive alive O
She was a fishmonger, sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
They drove their wheel barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and muscles alive alive O
She died of the fever, and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and muscles alive alive O
Roxy_Hart is so so old,
Tue 24 Jun 2003, 20:29,
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Alive, alive-o!Alive, alive-o!
Crying cockles and muscles, alive, alive-o!
(Crying cockles and muscles, alive, alive-o!
?!,
Tue 24 Jun 2003, 20:31,
archived)