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In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty |
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I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone |
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As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow |
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Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O! |
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A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! |
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Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O! |
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She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder |
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For so were her father and mother before |
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And they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow |
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Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O! |
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A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! |
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Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O! |
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She died of a fever and no one could save her |
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And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone |
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Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow |
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Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O! |
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A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! |
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Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O! |
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A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! |
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Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O! |