onsdag 5 november 2008

Molly Malone på Grafton Street.



Sjung med om ni vill ...!

"In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,

As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive alive oh!"

"Alive-a-live-oh,
Alive-a-live-oh",
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive alive oh".

She was a fishmonger,
And sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,

And they each wheeled their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!"

(chorus)

She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.

Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!"



Och jag tillhör den där gammalmodiga och enjängda skaran av människor, som faktiskt tycker att statyer gärna får se ut just så här ...!



Titta! Musslorna .., så verkliga, så verkliga!



Och i botten ligger fiskarna ...



Kärran som hon släpar på.

Skulptören heter Jeanne Rynhart.

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