Molly Malone کے بول

In Dublin's fair city Where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone As she wheeled her wheelbarrow 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 each wheeled their 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 died of a fever And no one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone Now 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!