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Molly Malone
In Dublin's fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first laid my eyes on sweet Molly Malone.
She wheeled her wheel barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, `cockles and mussels alive, alive-oh'.
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Alive, alive-oh-oh,
Alive, alive-oh-oh,
Crying, `cockles and mussels alive, alive-oh'.
She was a fish-monger,
And that is no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before.
She wheeled her wheel barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, `cockles and mussels alive, alive-oh'.
She died of a fever,
And no-one could save her,
And that was the end of my Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels that barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, `cockles and mussels alive, alive-oh'.
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