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 thro’ streets broad and narrow
Cryin’ ‘Cockles and mussels! Alive, alive, O!’
Alive, alive, O! Alive, alive, O!
Cryin’ ‘Cockles and mussels! Alive, alive, O!’
She was a fishmonger, but sure ‘twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each wheeled their barrows thro’ streets broad and narrow
Cryin’ ‘Cockles and mussels! Alive, alive, O!’
Alive, alive, O! Alive, alive, O!
Cryin’ ‘Cockles and mussels! Alive, alive, O!
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 thro’ streets broad and narrow
Cryin’ ‘Cockles and mussels! Alive, alive, O!’
Alive, alive, O! Alive, alive, O!
Cryin’ ‘Cockles and mussels! Alive, alive, O![4]
Works Referenced
Aldrich, Mark. A Catalog of Folk Song Settings for Wind Band. Galesville, MD: Meredith Music Publications, 2004.
Bray, R.S. Armies of Pestilence: The Impact of Disease on History. New York: James Clark and Company, 1996.
Keatinge, Benjamin. “‘In Dublin’s Fair City’: Joyce, Bloomsday, Dubliners and the Invention of Tradition.” The Beauty of Convention: Essays in Literature and Culture. Ed. Marija Krivokapić-Knežević and Aleksandra Nikčević-Batrićević. Newcastle upon Tyne: Cambridge Scholars Publishing, 2014. 51-64.
“Molly Malone.” 500 Best-Loved Sing Lyrics. Ed. Ronald Herder. Mineola, NY: Dover Publications, Inc., 1998. 226.
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[1] Keatinge, 51.
[2] Aldrich, 168.
[3] Bray, 144.
[4] "Molly Malone," 226.
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