129. Molly Malone   The Dubliners

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	Crying, "	Cockles and mussels,

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	a	live, alive,	oh!"

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In	Dublin's fair city,

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where the	girls are so pretty,

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I	first set my eyes

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on sweet	Molly Malone.

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As she	wheeled her wheel-barrow

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through	streets broad and narrow,

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crying, "	Cockles and mussels,

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a	live, alive,	oh!"

A A live, alive, oh,   E a live, alive, oh,   A crying, " Cockles and mussels,   E A a live, alive,  oh!"

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She	was a fishmonger

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and	sure it's no wonder,

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so were her father

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and	mother before.

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They	each wheeled their barrow

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through	streets broad and narrow,

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crying, "	Cockles and mussels,

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a	live, alive,	oh!"

A A live, alive, oh,   E a live, alive, oh,   A crying, " Cockles and mussels,   E A a live, alive,  oh!"

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She	died of a fever

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no one could save her.

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That was the end

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of sweet	Molly Malone.

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Now her	ghost wheels her barrow

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through	streets broad and narrow,

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crying, "	Cockles and mussels,

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a	live, alive,	oh!"

A   A live, alive, oh,     E   a live, alive, oh,     A   crying, " Cockles and mussels,     E A   a live, alive,  oh!"

Die Stadt Dublin hat der schönen Fischhändlerin dieses Denkmal gesetzt, das 1988 vom Bürgermeister der Stadt enthüllt wurde.

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