Testo Molly Malone

Molly Malone In Dublin´s fair city where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone As wheeled her wheel-barrow through the streets broad and narrow Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder For so were her father and mother before And they both wheeled their barrow through sterets broad and narrow Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o She died of a favour and sure no one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone And her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o Alive, alive-o alive alive-o Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o