Ein Lied wurde noch vergessen! Hat mir in Dublin zwei Wochen einen Ohrwurm beschwert…“Molly Malone“, ist doch das irische Lied schlechthin, mit der Gedenkstatue gleich beim Trinity College
auch von den Dubliners gesungen worden!
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
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
dahinschwärmende stoke
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