RAGLAN ROAD on Raglan Road on an Autumn Day, I Saw Her First And
RAGLAN ROAD MOLLY MALONE On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day, I saw her first and knew In Dublin's fair city, That her dark hair would weave a snare Where girls are so pretty, That I may one day rue. I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, I saw the danger, yet I walked As she pushed her wheelbarrow Along the enchanted way Through streets broad and narrow, And I said let grief be a falling leaf Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"! At the dawning of the day. Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh! On Grafton Street in November, Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"! We tripped lightly along the ledge Of a deep ravine where can be seen Now she was a fishmonger, The worst of passions pledged. And sure twas no wonder, The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts For so were her mother and father before, And I not making hay, And they each wheeled their barrow, Well I loved too much; by such and such Through streets broad and narrow, Is happiness thrown away. Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"! I gave her the gifts of the mind. Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh! I gave her the secret sign Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"! That's known to all the artists who have Known true Gods of Sound and Time. She died of a fever, With word and tint I did not stint. And no one could save her, I gave her reams of poems to say And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
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