MOLLY MALONE

Introducción hablada

In Dublin’s fair city,
where the girls are so prety,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow
Through streets broad 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 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 narrow
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, Oh!”

“Alive, alive, oh,
Alive, alive, oh”
Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, Oh!” (bis)