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In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone She wheeled her wheelbarrow, Through the streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and muscles alive alive O She was a fishmonger, sure 'twas no wonder For so were her father and mother before They drove their wheel barrow Through the streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and muscles alive alive O She died of the fever, and no one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone But her ghost wheels her barrow Through the streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and muscles alive alive O |