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Cockles and Mussels (Jeremy Rawson)
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Title: Cockles and Mussels
Composer: Jeremy Rawson
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Folksong
Language: English
Instruments:
Published: 2007
Description: An arrangement of the Irish folk song for SATB with piano. This is one of Ten British Folk Song arrangements. See the composer page for the others.
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Original text and translations
English text
In Dublin's fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheel'd her wheel barrow,
Thro' streets broad and narrow...
R.:
Crying, "Cockles and Mussels alive, alive-O!
Alive, alive-O! Alive, alive-O!"
Crying, "Cockles and Mussels alive, alive-O!"
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...
R.
She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow...
R.
French translation
Dans la belle ville de Dublin
Où les filles sont si jolies
J'ai posé mes yeux pour la première fois
Sur la douce Molly Malone
Alors qu'elle tirait sa charrette
Dans les rues, grandes et petites
Refrain :
En criant" Coques et moules, vivantes, vivantes, oh !
Vivantes, vivantes, oh ! Vivantes, vivantes, oh !
En criant "Coques et moules vivantes, vivantes, oh !
Elle était poissonnière
Bien sûr, il n'y avait pas de mystère
Car son père et sa mère l'étaient avant elle
Et chacun tirait sa charrette
Dans les rues, grandes et petites.
R.
Elle mourut d'une fièvre
Personne n'a pu la sauver
Et c'en fut fini de la douce Molly Malone;
Mais son fantôme tire sa charrette
Dans les rues, grandes et petites.
R.
