Roger McGuinn
Текст песни Molly Malone

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,
Through the streets broad and narrow,
Crying: "Cockles and mussels
Alive alive, oh!"

She was a fish monger,
And sure it was no wonder,
For so were her
Father and Mother before,
And they both wheeled their barrow,
Through the streets broad and narrow,
Crying: "Cockles and mussels
Alive alive, oh!"

She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end
Of sweet Molly Malone,
But her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through the streets broad and narrow,
Crying: "Cockles and mussels
Alive alive, oh!"