hehe... cockles reminds me of an irish song i learned to sing when i went to the british isles (i can sing it for you when you get home??? tho i sorta forgot the chorus part):
In Dublins fair city, where the girls are so pretty, I once met a girl called sweet Molly Malone, As she wheeled her wheelbarrow, through the streets broad and narrow, Cryng cockles and mussels` Alive alive o
Verse 2 She wheeled her wheelbarrow through the streets broad and narrow, Just like her mother and father before And they wheeled their wheel barrow, through the streets broad and narrow, crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh
My love had a fever and no one could save her, And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone, But her ghost wheels her barrow through the streets broad and narrow crying cockles and mussels alive-alive oh.
(and somehwere in dublin, they have a bronze statue dedicated to the girl.)
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In Dublins fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
I once met a girl called sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow, through the streets broad and narrow,
Cryng cockles and mussels` Alive alive o
Chorus
Alive alive oh,
Alive alive oh
Crying cockles and mussels,
Alive alive oh.
Verse 2
She wheeled her wheelbarrow through the streets broad and narrow,
Just like her mother and father before
And they wheeled their wheel barrow,
through the streets broad and narrow,
crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh
My love had a fever and no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone,
But her ghost wheels her barrow
through the streets broad and narrow
crying cockles and mussels alive-alive oh.
(and somehwere in dublin, they have a bronze statue dedicated to the girl.)
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