Sigrid Schultz-Kokerbeck - Molly Malone - текст песни (слова)

In Dublin's fair city, 
 where the girls are so pretty,
 I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone.
 She wheeled her wheel barrow
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 through streets broad and narrow,
 crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive O!"
 
 She was a fish monger, 
 and sure 'twas no wonder,
 her father and mother were fishmongers too.
 They drove a wheelbarrow
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 She died of a fever 
 and nothing could save her
 and that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
 Now her ghost drives a barrow,
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