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COCKLES AND MUSSELS (Molly Malone)

(learned in UC Hiking Club in about 1959)

(music to go here)

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
'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!

She was a fishmonger, and sure 'twas no wonder,
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.)

She died of a fever, and no one could save her,
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.)

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)