Raised on songs & stories, heroes of re-known
The passing tales & glories that once was Dublin town
The hallowed halls & houses, the haunting childrens' rhymes
That once was Dublin city in the rare ould times
Ring a ring a rosie, as the light declines
I remember Dublin city in the rare ould times
The years have made me bitter, the gargle dims my brain
'Cause Dublin keeps on changing & nothing stays the same
The Pillar & the Met have gone, the Royal long since pulled down
As the great unyielding concrete makes a city of my town
Ring a ring a rosie, as the light declines
I remember Dublin city in the rare ould times
Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay
& watch the new glass cages, that spring up along the quay
My mind's too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes
I'm part of what was Dublin in the rare ould times
Ring a ring a rosie, as the light declines
I remember Dublin city in the rare ould times
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive O
Alive, alive O, alive, alive O
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive O
She was a fishmonger and sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive O
Alive, alive O, alive, alive O
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive O
She died of a fever and sure no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive O
Alive, alive O, alive, alive O
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive O
Alive, alive O, alive, alive O
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive O
EDIT by B166ER