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Cockles and Mussels
In Dublin's fair city, Where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, As she wheeled her wheel barrow Thro' streets broad and narrow
Crying: "Cockles and Mussels, alive, alive oh!"
She was a fishmonger, And sure 't was no wonder For so were her father and mother before; And they each wheeled their barrow Through streets broad and narrow
She died of a fever And no one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone; Her ghost wheels her barrow Through streets broad and narrow
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