Journaling reads:
When I was little, we used to sing this song all the time. When I went to Dublin on a business trip and saw this statue, it was very emotional. It took me back to a time when my grandparents were alive and songs like this were part of our everyday lives.
Molly Malone
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In Dublin's fair city
Where girls are so pretty
It was there that I first met sweet Molly Malone
She wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Now she was a fishmonger
And sure, t'was no wonder
For her father and mother
Were fishmongers too
And they both wheeled their barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Now she died of a fever
And no one could save her
Was then that I lost sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
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Ireland by Kristmess Designs
Fonts:
Gandalf (Molly Malone), Nueva (journaling, song)
