p.2 Cockles and Mussels
She was a fish-monger, but sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother be-fore,
And they each wheeled their barrow through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, a-live, alive-o!"
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She died of a fever, and no one could save her.
And that was the end of sweet Molly Ma-lone,
But her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, a-live, alive-o!"
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