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