Molly Malone
 In Dublin's fair city, where girls are so pretty,
'Twas there I first met her, sweet Molly Malone.
 She wheeled a wheelbarrow,
Through streets wide and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive alive-o."
chorus: Alive alive-o, alive alive-o,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive alive-o."
She was a fishmonger, and sure 'twas no wonder,
For her mother and father were fishmongers too.
They each wheeled their barrow,
Through streets wide and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive alive-o."
She died of a fever, which none could relieve her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels the barrow,
Throught streets wide and narrow,
 Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive alive-o."
 Molly Malone
by Joe Bethancourt
(llewtraH)
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls have no titties 
 T'was there that I first met sweet Molly Malone
You could have her for a penny, and be one of many,
 But for sixpence she would act alive, alive-o!
 Chorus: Alive, alive-o! Alive alive-o!
 But for sixpence she would act alive, alive-o!
She was a street walker, and sure t'was no wonder
For so were her mother and grandmother too,
With a mattress on the barrow, thru streets broad and narrow And for sixpence they would act alive, alive-o!
She died of a fever, and no one could save her;
It was caught from a folkie from Ontario.
Her ghost wheels the barrow thru streets broad and narrow, 
But a ghost can't be had that's alive, alive-o!
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