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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 wheel-barrow |
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Through streets broad and narrow |
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Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! |
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Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O! |
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Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! |
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She was a fish-monger, but sure 'twas no wonder |
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For so were her father and mother before |
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And they each wheeled their barrow |
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Through streets broad and narrow |
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Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! |
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Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O! |
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Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-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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But her ghost wheels her barrow |
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Through streets broad and narrow |
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Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! |
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Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O! |
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Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! |