We take a walk around, Maire showing me Dublin's sights. We come to the statue of Molly Malone, Maire sings a few lines from the song.
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, oh!"
Her voice is as good as Helmi's but much softer and I can hear the Irish lilt. It stirs my loins.
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, oh!"
Her voice is as good as Helmi's but much softer and I can hear the Irish lilt. It stirs my loins.