Molly Malone کے بول

In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone She willed a will barrow, through streets broad and narrow Crying, "Cockels and mussels, alive, alive-o!" She was a fishmonger, but sure 'twas no wonder For so was her father and mother before And they both willed their barrow, through streets broad and narrow Crying, "Cockels and mussels, alive, alive-o!" She died of a fever, no one could releave her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone But her ghost wills her barrow, through streets broad and narrow Crying, "Cockels and mussels, alive, alive-o!"