In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrows
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
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 a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
~Musiquinha.. ^^ Com um significado lindo, lindo. ^^
~Ah, sonho que tornar-se-á realidade, ein. E ai de quem não acredita em nós. Eu acredito e pronto.
Te amo, amor.
Beijinho, beijinho. Tchau, tchau!
ps.: Dublin. *-*
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sua lindaaaaaa!
ReplyDeletepassando pra deixar uma lembrança e dizer q to com saudadeeee!!!
te amo guria!
saudadesss!
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vc eh boa pra screve guriaaaa!
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bjs
"A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
ReplyDeleteCrying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!"
Sei a história da Molly Malone, depois te conto. :B
Te amo! ;****************