Molly Malone 歌词
In old Dublin city
Where the colleens are pretty
Twas there I met my sweet Molly Malone
She drove her wheelbarrow
Through streets old and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a live O
Well She was a fishmonger
That was no wonder
Her father
Her mother were fishmongers too
They drove their wheelbarrow through streets old and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a live O
Cockles and mussels
Alive a live O
A live a live O
Cockles and mussels alive a live O
Well she died of a fever and no one could save her
That's how I lost my sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost drives her barrow through streets old and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a live O
Cockles and mussels