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In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so prettyI first set my eyes on sweet Molly MaloneAs she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrowCrying 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!She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonderFor so were her father and mother beforeAnd they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrowCrying 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!She died of a fever and no one could save herAnd that was the end of sweet Molly MaloneNow her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrowCrying 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! From Letras Mania