| In Dublin’s fair City, where the Girls are so pretty
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| I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
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| As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
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| Through the streets broad and narrow
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| Cryin' cockles and muscles, alive, alive oh!
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| Alive, alive oh! |
| Alive, alive oh!
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| Cryin' cockles and muscles, alive, alive oh!
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| She was a fishmonger, but sure’t was no wonder
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| For so were her father and mother before
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| As they each wheeled there barrow
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| Through the streets broad and narrow
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| Cryin' cockles and muscles, alive, alive oh!
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| Alive, alive oh! |
| Alive, alive oh!
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| Cryin' cockles and muscles, alive, alive oh!
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| She died of a fever, and no one could save her
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| And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
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| But her ghost wheels her barrow
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| Through streets broad and narrow
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| Cryin' cockles and muscles, alive, alive oh!
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| Alive, alive oh! |
| Alive, alive oh!
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| Cryin' cockles and muscles, alive, alive oh!
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| Cockles and muscles (2x) |