To: Condor51
In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheel'd her wheel barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow
(Chorus)
Crying "Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!"
Alive, alive O! Alive, alive O
Crying Cockles and Mussels Alive, alive O!
She was a fishmonger,
But sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each wheel'd their barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow,
(Repeat Chorus)
She died of a fever
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone;
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow
(Repeat Chorus)
2 posted on
02/08/2004 11:28:39 AM PST by
Alouette
(I chose to NOT have an abortion -- 9 times.)
To: Alouette
I thought the cockle was a muscle. <|:)~
8 posted on
02/08/2004 12:23:57 PM PST by
martin_fierro
(Oriental by Occident)
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