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Molly Malone by Traditional

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Molly Malone (Song) by Traditional
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Molly Malone (Song)

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"Molly Malone" (also known as "Cockles and Mussels" or "In Dublin's Fair City") is a popular song, set in Dublin, Ireland, which has become the unofficial anthem of Dublin City. 
 
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, oh!" 
"Alive, alive, oh, 
Alive, alive, oh," 
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh". 
She was a fishmonger, 
But sure 'twas no wonder, 
For so were her father and mother before, 
And they wheeled their barrows, 
Through the streets broad and narrow, 
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" 
(chorus) 
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, oh!" 
(chorus) x2 
 
"Molly Malone" in Apollo's Medley (1791) 
 
By the big Hill of Howth, 
That's a bit of an Oath, 
That to swear by I'm loth, 
To the heart of a stone, 
But be poison my drink, 
If I sleep snore or wink, 
Once forgetting to think, 
Of your lying alone, 
Och it's how I'm in love, 
Like a beautiful dove, 
That sits cooing above, 
In the boughs of a tree; 
It's myself I'll soon smother, 
In something or other, 
Unless I can bother, 
Your heart to love me, 
Sweet Molly, Sweet Molly Malone, 
Sweet Molly, Sweet Molly Malone 
I can see if you smile, 
Though I'm off half a mile, 
For my eyes all the while, 
Keep along with my head, 
And my head on must know, 
When from Molly I go, 
Takes his leave with a bow, 
And remains in my stead, 
(chorus) 
Like a bird I could sing, 
In the month of the spring, 
But it's now no such thing, 
I'm quite bothered and dead, 
Och I'll roar and I'll groan, 
My sweet Molly Malone, 
Till I'm bone of your bone, 
And asleep in your bed 
(chorus)