COCKLES AND MUSSELS (Molly Malone)
(learned in UC Hiking Club in about 1959)
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
She was a fishmonger, and sure 'twas no wonder,
She died of a fever, and no one could save her,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
'Twas there that I first met sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow, through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!
Alive, alive-O, alive, alive-O,
Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each wheeled their barrow, through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!
Alive, alive-O, (etc.)
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
But her ghost wheels its barrow through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!
Alive, alive-O, (etc.)