كلمات moly 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 streets broad and narrow Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh! Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh She was a fishmonger And sure 'twas no wonder For so were her father and mother before And they both wheeled their barrows Through streets broad and narrow Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh! Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh 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 streets broad and narrow Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh! Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh Crying, cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh Crying, cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh