Molly Malone

Vecchia Dublino, fantasmi e cuori antichi. Qualche lacrima giu' al pub.

1.
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,
Trough the streets broad and narrow ,
Crying cockles and mussels, Alive alive Oh !

Chorus
Alive alive Oh ! Alive alive Oh !
Crying cockles and mussels,
Alive alive Oh !


2.
She was a fish monger,
And sure it'was no wander,
For so were her Father and Mother before,
And they wheeled their barrow,
Trough the streets broad and narrow ,
Crying cockles and mussels, Alive alive Oh !

Chorus
Alive alive Oh ! Alive alive Oh !
Crying cockles and mussels,
Alive alive Oh !


3.
She died for a fever,
And sure no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone,
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Trough the streets broad and narrow ,
Crying cockles and mussels, Alive alive Oh !