Текст песни Molly Malone - Burl Ives

Molly Malone

In Dublin’s fair city, where the girls are so pretty
There once lived a maiden called Molly Malone
She wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets wide and narrow
Singing cockles fresh mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
She wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets wide and narrow
Singing cockles fresh mussels alive a-live O!
She was a fishmonger and sure it is no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
They wheeled their wheel barrows through streets wide and narrow
Singing cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
They wheeled their wheel barrows through streets broad and narrow
Singing cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
She then took the fever and n’one could save her
And so died our Molly sweet Molly Malone
Her ghost wheels that barrow through streets wide and narrow
Singing cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Her ghost wheels that barrow through streets wide and narrow
Singing cockles fresh mussels alive a-live O!