Print

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so prettyI first set my eyes on sweet Molly MaloneAs she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad andnarrowCrying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonderFor so were her father and mother beforeAnd they both wheeled their barrows through streets broadand narrowCrying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!She died of a fever and no one could save herAnd that was the end of sweet Molly MaloneNow her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad andnarrowCrying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O! Aus Songtexte Mania