les and Mussels
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 les and mussels, alive, alive-O!
Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O!
Crying les 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 les and mussels, alive, alive-O!
Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O!
Crying les 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 les and mussels, alive, alive-O!
Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O!
Crying les and mussels, alive, alive-O!