Thar Wheelbarrow Lass

Molly Malone
In Dublin’s fair city,
Where t’girls be so pretty,
I first set me eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Through streets broad an’ narrow,
Cryin’, “Cockles an’ mussels, ali’e, ali’e, oh!”

“Ali’e, ali’e, oh,
Ali’e, ali’e, oh,”
Cryin’ “Cockles an’ mussels, ali’e, ali’e, oh”.

She was a fishmonger,
But sure ’twas no wonder,
Fer so were her father an’ mother before,
An’ they wheeled their barrows,
Through ye streets broad an’ narrow,
Cryin’, “Cockles an’ mussels, ali’e, ali’e, oh!”

(chorus)

She died o’a fe’er,
An’ no ‘un could save her,
An’ that was thar end o’sweet Molly Malone.
But her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad an’ narrow,
Cryin’, “Cockles an’ mussels, ali’e, ali’e, oh!”

(chorus)x2

Avast t’alk wi’ Molly Malone an’, on thar pretext o’buyin’ some mussels from her, strike up a con’ersation wi’ her about her life an’ her dreams.
Write yonder dialogue that goes on between ye.

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