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Zitat von Pete McCarthy

Molly Malone

Traditional

In Dublin's fair city, Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

As she wheeled her wheelbarrow Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

She was a fishmonger And sure, t'was no wonder
For so were her mother and father before

And they wheeled their barrow Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

She died of a fever And sure, so one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone

Now her ghost wheels her barrow Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

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