Random Entry #2

Molly Malone (Mol Ní Mhaoileoin)

In Dublin's Fair City
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheel'd her wheel barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

Chorus
Alive, alive o!, alive, alive o!

Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!
She was a fishmonger
But sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheel'd their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

Chorus  
Alive, alive o!, alive, alive o!

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 cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

Chorus
Alive, alive o!, alive, alive o!

This is my favorite old Irish song that my grandmother taught to me when I was a little girl. I thought it would be fun to post and give you a bit of history with it!

Molly Malone was the daughter of fish mongers. She dies at a young age due to fever. No one knows for sure whether she existed or not. There have been numerous birth certificates found from the 1700's but there is no proof of which one is the real Molly.

She is seen by some as being just a fish monger, while some others see her as a "cart pushing hussy". Either way she sticks in the hearts of thousnads of Irish and who knows how many other people around the world.