s'good lif'...**hic**

[p_p_man]

"In Dublinsh fair shitee
Where th' girlsh 'r' soo pretteee
I first set my eyeeesh on swee' Molly Malone,
As she wheelt 'er wheel barrer
T'roo t'shtreets broad 'n' narrer
Cryin' cockles 'n' musshels alive alive ohhh...

Al-ive al-ive oh-ohh!
Al-ive al-ive oh-ohh!
Crryiinn' coclesh 'n' mushellsh al-ive al-ive ohhh."

I've bin out shel..cebl...sheblritatin' Miles birrr'day..

niiight...**burrrrrp!**

 

[Merelan]

Damn, I thought i was the only one who knew this old ditty. Great, now it's buzzing through my head.

 

[Svedish_Chef]

And how woul dyou know this missy.

I thought you only listened to quality!

 

[Merelan]

Damn, I know all sorts of ballads and folk songs. I was raised in the sixties in an open home.

She was a fish monger and sure twas no wonder,
for so were her Mother and father
before her.
They all wheeled their barrows,
through streets broad and narrow.
Crying Cockles and Mussels alive, alive oh.
chorus.

But she died of a fever,
and no one could save her,
and that was the end of my Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
through streets broad and narrow.
Crying cockles and Mussels,
alive, alive o.

If I got the words wrong sue me. That was from memory.

 

[p_p_man]

If I got the words wrong sue me. That was from memory.

'n' ve...ver...very g'd n'all...