Cockles and Mussels 布兰雅2014-11-20 04:53:22

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty  
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone   
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow   
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 fish-monger, but 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! alive, alive-O!  
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!    
 
She died of a fever, and no one could save her   
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone   
But her ghost wheels her barrow   
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!