Molly Malone Lyrics

In old Dublin city, where the colleens are pretty
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Twas there I met my sweet Molly Malone
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She drove her wheelbarrow
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Through streets old and narrow
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Crying c***les and mussels alive a-live O!
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Well She was a fishmonger, that was no wonder
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Her father, her mother were fishmongers too
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They drove their wheelbarrow through streets old and narrow
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Crying c***les and mussels alive a-live O!
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c***les and mussels, alive a-live O!
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A-live a-live O!
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c***les and mussels alive a-live O!
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Well she died of a fever and no one could save her
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That's how I lost my sweet Molly Malone
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Now her ghost drives her barrow through streets old and narrow
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Crying c***les and mussels alive a-live O!
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c***les and mussels