Cuckoos
and mussels,
alive, alive, oh
In Dublin's fair city,
where girls are so pretty,
That's where he first met her,
sweet Molly Malone.
She wheeled a wheelbarrow
through streets wide and nar row,
Crying cockles and mussels,
alive, alive, oh.
She was a fishmonger
and sure it's no won der
For her father and mother
were fishmongers too
For they wheeled a barrel
through streets wide and nar row
Crying cockles and mussels
alive, alive o 'er
He asked her to marry,
she said it would be grand
But to leave her dear Dublin,
she'd not give a hand
So they both wheel a barrel
through streets wide and nar row
Crying cockles and mussels,
alive, alive, oh
Now this is a story very old
Of a girl who was his all along
She was the one he would not forget
And her name was Sweet Molly,
Sweet Molly Malone
He asked her to marry,
she said it would be
But to leave her, dear Dublin,
she'd not give her hand
So they both wheel a barrel
through streets wide and nar row
Trying cockles and mussels
Alive, alive
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