***Molly Malone***

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 ans mussels, alive, alive-ho!"

"Alive, alive-ho! Alive, alive-ho!"
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive-ho!"

She was a fishmonger but it was no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before.
And they both wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying "Cokles and mussels, alive, alive-ho!"

She died of a fever and no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone,
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying "Cokles ans mussels, alive, alive-ho!"



en homage a axel (ste chansson el est faite pour toi mmmddrrrrrr)