Molly Malone on Nassau Street, known with typical Irish humour as ‘The Tart with the Cart’.
Statue by Jean Rynhart
Statue by Jean Rynhart
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In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
She wheeled a wheel-barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
A-live, a-live, oh, a-live, a-live, oh
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
She was a fishmonger, but sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before.
They both wheeled a barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
She died of a fever, and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
She wheeled a wheel-barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
A-live, a-live, oh, a-live, a-live, oh
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
She was a fishmonger, but sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before.
They both wheeled a barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
She died of a fever, and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
Now I've seen her statue I can understand why she was so popular.
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