Jan13

I was thinking of Molly…

sweet Molly MaloneThe Irish in me kicking in again. Turns out I was hearing the wrong thing for years. When people said “Holy Moley”, I was hearing “Holy Molly” and thinking about sweet Molly Malone, crying cockles and mussels, alive alive oh! Two summers in Ireland made me learn every word of the song, and an Irish pub I used to go to in Madrid would always play it before closing and, being the one person who knew the song, sometimes I would step up on a table (this was very late at night) and cry my little heart out for Molly. So “Holy name of Molly” is sort of an accident.
Here’s a photo of her statue in Dublin, and her song. Please have a Guinness handy when singing:

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 mother and father 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!”

(chorus)


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Our Life in Brooklyn keeps you updated on what Brent and Teresa Lagerman are up to. Looking at most of the posts you’d think we didn’t spend much time in Brooklyn, we do love to travel, so we’ll take you along as we visit Stuart, Madrid, Syracuse, TX, Washington, and of course we’ll always end up back in Brooklyn.