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and that was the end of sweet molly malone
crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o
a-live a-live o
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o, a-live a-live o
a-live a-live o
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o, a-live a-live o Dubliners, a-live a-live o
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow, she died of a fever and no one could save her, now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
she died of a fever and no one could save her
She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder, a-live a-live o The, a-live a-live o
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o, crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o
now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o, a-live a-live o
crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o
A-live a-live o, a-live a-live o
crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o, now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
A-live a-live o, a-live a-live o
she was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder
a-live a-live o
And they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow, for so were her father and mother before
a-live a-live o
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow, a-live a-live o
crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o, a-live a-live o
A-live a-live o, and they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow, a-live a-live o
crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o
and that was the end of sweet molly malone
A-live a-live o, a-live a-live o Dubliners, crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o, a-live a-live o, a-live a-live o
In dublin s fair city, a-live a-live o
she died of a fever and no one could save her
I first set my eyes on sweet molly malone, crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o Molly, as she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
A-live a-live o, a-live a-live o The, where the girls are so pretty
She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder, a-live a-live o The, in dublin s fair city
A-live a-live o, crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o Molly, a-live a-live o
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o, crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live o, a-live a-live o, a-live a-live o
In dublin s fair city, a-live a-live o
and they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow