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| 3:19 | 
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| 4:00 |
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| 3. |
| 2:52 |
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| 4. |
| 3:42 |
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| 5. |
| 3:03 |
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| 6. |
| 4:10 |
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| 7. |
| 3:26 |
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| 8. |
| 3:08 |
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| 9. |
| 2:40 |
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| 10. |
| 2:58 | 
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Alive alive oh
alive alive ohh Singing cockles and mussels alive alive ohhh In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty I once met a girl named sweet Molly Malone and she wheeled her wheel barrow through the streets broad and narrow singing cockles and mussels alive alive oh She was a fish monger and sure was no wonder so were her mother and father before and they wheeled their wheel barrow through the streets broad and narrow singing cockles and mussels alive alive oh She died of a fever and so one could save her and that was the end of sweet Molly Malone now her ghost wheels her barrow through the streets broad and narrow singing cockles and mussels alive alive oh Alive alive oh alive alive ohh Singing cockles and mussels alive alive ohhh |
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| 3:45 |
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| 12. |
| 3:32 |
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| 13. |
| 3:50 |
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| 14. |
| 2:59 |
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| 15. |
| 4:21 |
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And it's three score and ten boys and men
Were lost from Grimsby Town From Yarmouth down to Scarborough Many hundreds more were drowned Their herring craft and their trawlers Their fishing smacks as well Alone they fight the bitter night And battle with the swell Me thinks I see a host of craft Spreading their sails alee As down the Humber they do steer Bound for the great North Sea Me thinks I see a wee small craft And crew with hearts so brave They go to earn their daily bread Upon the restless waves And it's three score and ten boys and men Were lost from Grimsby Town From Yarmouth down to Scarborough Many hundreds more were drowned Their herring craft and their trawlers Their fishing smacks as well Alone they fight the bitter night And battle with the swell Me thinks I see them yet again As they leave this land behind Casting their nets into the sea The herring shoals to find Me thinks I see them yet again And they're safe on board alright With their sails close reefed Their decks washed clean And their sidelights burning bright And it's three score and ten boys and men Were lost from Grimsby Town From Yarmouth down to Scarborough Many hundreds more were drowned Their herring craft and their trawlers Their fishing smacks as well Alone they fight the bitter night And battle with the swell October's night brought such a sight 'Twas never seen before There were yards of masts and broken spars Washed up upon the shore There was many a heart of sorrow There was many a heart so brave There was many a true and noble lad To find a watery grave And it's three score and ten boys and men Were lost from Grimsby Town From Yarmouth down to Scarborough Many hundreds more were drowned Their herring craft and their trawlers Their fishing smacks as well Alone they fight the bitter night And battle with the swell |
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