Banks
of my own Lovely Lee
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How oft do my thoughts in
their fancy take flight
To the home of my childhood away
To the days when each patriots vision seemed bright
Ere I dreamed that those days would decay
When my heart was as light as the wild wind that blows
Down the Mardyke through each elm tree
Where we sported and played 'neath each green leafy shade
On the banks of my own lovely Lee
Where we sported and played 'neath each green leafy shade
On the banks of my own lovely Lee
And then in the springtime of laughter and song
Can Ii ever forget the sweet hours
With the friends of my youth as we rembled along
'Mongst the green mossy banks and wild flowers
Then too when the evening sun's sinking to rest
Sheds its golden light over the sea
The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed
On the banks of my own lovely Lee
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Cockles
& Mussels
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In Dublin's fair city
where 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 and mussels
Alive, alive oh!
Alive, alive oh! Alive, alive oh!
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive, alive oh!
She was a fishmonger, but sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before her,
And they each wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive, alive oh!
Alive, alive oh! Alive, alive oh!
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive, alive oh!
She died of a fever, and no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone,
Now her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive, alive oh!
Alive, alive oh! Alive, alive oh!
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive, alive oh!
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