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In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
There once lived a maiden called Molly Malone
She wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets wide and narrow
Singing cockles, fresh mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
She wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets wide and narrow
Singing cockles, fresh mussels alive a-live O!

She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder
For so was her father and mother before
They wheeled their wheelbarrow through streets wide and narrow
Singing cockles, fresh mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
They wheeled their wheelbarrow through streets wide and narrow
Singing cockles, fresh mussels alive a-live O!

She then took the fever and n'one could relive her
And so died our Molly, sweet Molly Malone
Her ghost wheeled her barrow through streets wide and narrow
Singing cockles, fresh mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Her ghost wheeled her barrow through streets wide and narrow
Singing cockles, fresh mussels alive a-live O!