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In Dublin's
fair city, where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone As she wheeled her wheel-barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O! Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! |
| Molly Malone: The tart with the cart. |
Dublin
has love affair with words, like those of writer James Joyce.
I never
did find the Floozie in the Jacuzzi or the Hags with the Bags, but here some
pictures I found:
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