Molly Malone

Beltane

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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 willed a will barrow, through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockels and mussels, alive, alive-o!"

She was a fishmonger, but sure 'twas no wonder
For so was her father and mother before
And they both willed their barrow, through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockels and mussels, alive, alive-o!"

She died of a fever, no one could releave her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wills her barrow, through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockels and mussels, alive, alive-o!"